It happens daily in my neighborhood - hummingbird wars! As a matter of fact, one attack took place not more than three feet from my face this morning. I was watering my petunias on the deck when this dominant male arrived to feed. He didn't mind me one bit, just went about his business.
Then he took the same stance he does every day, protecting his territory like any good gang leader does. He sat on "his" perch for almost 5 minutes. Soon his wife came in to eat. But he was having none of it. He slammed his body into her and they fell toward the ground, and like Harry Potter in a Quidditch match, they flew off twirling in the air. Was it spousal abuse or was she part of another gang? The colors hadn't changed, same old red and green.
After returning to his perch, he allowed a female to come in and drink. Ahhh, now this one must be the wife! Look how he looks at her lovingly as she sips the sweet nectar he has saved for her! He's such a good provider!
Then off she goes to take care of the kids, while he returns for another turn at the table. Men are always hungry, aren't they?
I wish there was a way for me to mark these little guys. I'd love to know if there is a reason to call Social Services, or is it truly a hummingbird gang war?