I watched as the hummingbird, with decisive precision, grace, and speed, retrieved the nectar from one flower and then the next. He was an amazing example of accuracy. Not one movement was extraneous; each had a purpose, and that purpose was clear to see. My attention was then turned to a big, black, bumbling bug that appeared to be a bee of some sort. It looked as if his radar was a little off-kilter as he approached flower after flower in off-angled attempts to withdraw his morning breakfast. Bumping into a fence here and a leaf there, not quite landing on the flower in the perfect position and having to try it again, it seemed like he was the exact opposite of the magnificent hummingbird. But was he…