We recently attached a hummingbird feeder to our back sliding glass door.
It's right next to our kitchen table and has provided The Best Mealtime Entertainment since Max learned how to dance on his chair (which, though adorable, we're trying to discourage).
Evan loves trying to spot familiar hummingbirds and new visitors to the feeder. So far, we've identified a "red-neck one," a "brownish little one," a "shiny green wing one," and "that one with the stripes on his neck." Those are their scientific names, by the way.
Max loves naming each one as Mommy, Daddy, Big Brother, or Baby. (He's got another thing coming in February when there's a new Baby in town.) And then, inevitably, "humma buhd FLY 'way."
Hovering near my head as I work in my garden, they seem like huge, disgusting bugs. But seen through a window, they're really quite beautiful.