During the winter months, I hung a hummingbird feeder on my back porch to help the little guys get by until the wildflowers start to bloom. The syrup seemed to be disappearing quickly to the point where I was filling it up about every 2-3 days. Then one morning I got up early enough to find the biggest hummingbird I had ever seen.
Mr. Woody Woodpecker had figured out how to drink from the feeder and was chugging down the syrup. I thought the sound of his beak pecking against the wood seemed perkier somehow.