every evening, about an hour before it gets dark, we don't have sunsets in california, it just gets
dark, i take a thermos of decaf espresso and a gran finca, a honker that takes an hour plus to
finish, and watch the hummers get their last feeding before torpor. sometimes i stand about a foot from the feeders and the birds fly around me. i noticed one bird sitting on the feeder with his tongue out, looking like he had some problem. i touched his tale feathers slightly and he didn't fly away. i stroked his tail feathers again for 10 or 15 seconds and he stayed there. i walked back to the table to pick up my cigar and figure out what to do. i looked back at the feeder and he was still there. he took another
drink and then flew away. there was nothing wrong with him, he just let me pet him.