I am under no illusion that hummingbirds are angelic.
If you are at all confused as to the true nature of these tiny flyers, I invite you to spend time watching as one particularly feisty male spends every sunlit hour of the day furiously defending "his" feeder, here at our house.
When he is not actively feeding, he hides in wait to zoom in seemingly out of nowhere, all to chase off his fellow hummingbirds.
An identical dynamic sets up year in and year out, though I have no way to know if it is the same male working to defend "his" territory here, or perhaps a succession of possessors.
If there ever was to be a prototypical Angry Bird? I'll nominate the Hummingbird to take that prize, absence of green pigs notwithstanding.
Further? If I was having fever dreams and spotted this out my window,