GET THE LEAD OUT, LADY!

The other morning back in Wimberley, I was out on the porch watching the sun come up, when a little hummingbird flew up to my feeder. I had meant to refill it the day before, but what with the funeral and houseguests arriving, it just slipped my mind. After trying each of the blossoms in vain, he finally spotted me. He flew over and stopped about five feet from my face, hovering and squeeking at me. He then moved forward a foot or so, hovered again, and sqawked angrily. He continued, moving forward a foot at a time, until he was dangerously close to my face, and making me very nervous. Finally I squealed "All right! All Right! I'll fill the damn feeder!", then ducked down below him and scurried inside.