Thirty years ago, on May 13, 1995, I wrote the following to the editor of The Bridgton News:

Different folks may mark the changing of the seasons in different ways, by getting the canoe down from the rafters, by shifting from one sport to another, or by digging up the soil and gently placing new seeds into it. For me, it’s the comings and goings of the birds that make the seasons change, and in my view, the arrival of the Hummingbird is the first real sign of summer. When an event this important happens, I have always picked up the telephone to call Dotti Sanborn, Mrs. Birdseed, and tell her the news. Sometimes, my report is the first, but often she has already heard similar reports. I’m not the only person who thinks it’s a big deal when a bird that weighs so little it could be mailed with one first class stamp has flown all the way from Central America to Bridgton, and shows up at my feeder.

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