The local hummingbird isn't real bright. I call him bucky, as in buck toothed hillbilly.
Yesterday I had the garage door open and sure enough, there he was, in the garage. A month or two ago, he was in the truck when Rose was cleaning it out and she had to work to get him out.
Bucky is flitting around the windows today, looking for a way in.
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