Wyatt, the Hummingbird

This year we added a hummingbird feeder to the courtyard.  Why these things are always so ugly and uncreative I'll never understand - but the birds "get it" and one of them is a big fan.

We have a little guy that thinks this feeder his his private domain and seems to guard it with some passion and energy.  He'll fend off other hummingbirds, fly in circles around it and chirp and squalk to chase off competitors for the nectar.  Who knew that hummingbirds made a sound - but they do.  It is just as audible, clear and strong as the buzz they create when they fly near you.

Our guardian hummingbird now has a name -- "'Wyatt' the Hummingbird" is shown below (sorry he is little - and fast).  We're calling him Wyatt since he is obviously in charge, large (as it were), and can summon his posse at a moment's notice.  He's the "high sheriff" of the courtyard and this is HIS feeder:

So that is Wyatt.  Additional retirement benefits, by the way.

I like it.  And Wyatt thanks you and appreciates the good press ... and the red flowers too.