This big boy kept me company every day this winter. During a long down time from Lyme disease, I’d lay on the sofa and watch him. He’d sit on this perch for hours, as long as the nectar was flowing. We named him Norm, because, well, he looks like Norm Peterson.
“Norm! What’s shaking?”
“All four cheeks & a couple of chins.”
Have a drink, Norm. It’s never too early for nectar.