I didn't want to put up the hummingbird feeder.
It's plastic and looks like a Coke bottle and is just another pile of sugar water to attract bugs. And it's called Hummer's Galore, which not only insults my inner grammarian but also sounds like a hot chick from the Sean Connery phase of James Bond.
But I got so sick of being nagged that I put it up as a last resort. And maybe just a little bit out of spite.
We don't have hummingbirds. Period. NOW YOU'LL SEE.
And I did see.
I saw this.
And since he hung around for five minutes, I also saw this.
Little dude actually sat down. Hung out a while.
My Hummer's Galore actually *did* bring all the boys to the yard.
So this is me, eating crow. Tiny, superfast, iridescent crow.
I WAS WRONG.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to have a gargle.
I don't like the taste of crow.