Last year I had a bird and cat post from California; a doomed baby mockingbird and the aged, talkative Cleo (who is now more aged and still talkative). On my most recent trip, I picked up another pair.
I snapped off one shot of this hummer at a feeder while I was hidden under a patio umbrella. I got lucky!
Not so lucky was Enver kitty, fated to be forever lusting after hummers from behind a screen, with never a chance to catch one. But he has no need to supplement his diet, happily.