Hummingbirds Hose A and B

Monday reveals the nestlings getting restless.

Move down, your foot is about to choke me. 
           I'm so sick of eating that bug stuff.  Gimme variety.

This togetherness is going on too long. 


Mommy likes me better.
Fine. Tell her we need a cleaning service.



Soon as I can figure out my eyes and wings, I'm outta here.  


Right after you, buddy. I can't feel my toes.

Stop it. Move over. You're squishing me.


Hey Pinocchio, raise that beak, wiggle it and maybe some crow will take you for a ride.


Nice talk, fuzz bucket.