I was wandering Grace’s house yesterday morning, that shell–shocked, “I’ve worked all weekend” look in my eye, and I was vaguely listening to Grace talk with her mother on the phone. I can usually cadge a free meal from her folks — Grace’s Mother’s homecooking should be legendary — and the topic of hummingbirds came up. “No Mom, I don’t think the hummingbirds would like chili peppers” — hummers like a confectionery solution that’s mostly sugar. “But the article in the paper said they were attracted to red, so they must like peppers” is how the line of reasoning went. I’m not sure it works exactly, and I’m not sure that a really hot New Mexico pepper would be exactly what that hummingbird was expecting when alighted on the feeder. Might cause those little bird wings to freeze up. But it was an interesting idea. The food was, as usual, rather tasty, although I did miss the peppers which were, apparently, being saved for the hummingbirds in El Paso. The ongoing trivial pursuits game I try to run is an interesting one. It seems to have a number of strange answers… .