i'm glad i'm not the only one that thought the same thing.

All the hands in the glass behind him. They, too, want to feed the humming birds. He will not let them!

The sedentary ones do, yeah.

Apparently they'll happily drink water sweetened with artificial sweetener. I've heard two conflicting stories about what happens next: either they never feel satisfied and so they keep on drinking until their stomachs rupture, or they basically go into a coma and die. Either way it isn't good.

Let us all share our "Holding a Hummingbird" stories here.

Gladly! I had a similar garage-hummer experience, but my favorite hummingbird memory was when I was but a tot vacationing out west in the dusty Rocky Mountain foothills.

The campground swarmed with four or so different species, so we went to the local feed store, bought a feeder, and hung it on the back of the camper. I sat below it, occasionally lifting my hand as a perch for the hovering gems that soon descended upon us.

It was pretty neat.

I had no idea who that was, but yes, it appears he's sort of a dry chunk of dogshit.

Henceforth he should be known as Hummingbird Dick.