These are photos of only a small portion of the flock (who ever thinks of a flock of hummingbirds?) that comes to feed every day.
Tree Guy and sons came in the afternoon and spent a couple of hours pulling the twiggy branches up and over the fence line. That was one big tree. It was too wet and icy still to do any climbing and cutting of the remaining branches on the trunk, but they did buck the felled branches into firewood-size logs, ready for splitting. Today being everyone else's Thanksgiving, they won't be back until tomorrow, weather permitting.
I dined last night like a queen on fresh crab sent up by Craig's dad, Arvin, who works in Saucelito and has friends who are crabbers. Never frozen, that sweet meat dipped in butter was a meal from heaven, and calories be damned!