A good man. And he loved hummers. I remember when a hummingbird got clipped by the string/wire of a hanging planter out by the deck and KO'd its wing. I tried for several days to help that little bird regain it's footing and fly, but ultimately put it out of its misery.
Mickey PM'd several times with advice and instruction to help that bird. And he was distraught when it didn't make it--admonished me for giving up too soon. It had been three days.
He had that rare quality of being a grounded man with a decent measure of humanity for even the smallest things, literally.
