I don't think I've ever seen a Humming-bird Hawk moth at rest and my experience of them goes back more than half-a-century to when I caught one which was nectaring on lavender at a guesthouse in Manorbier near Tenby where we were on holiday. It didn't last long because the landlady was a tidiness fetishist and thought that my dead insects were rubbish, so threw them out. Never mind, I was to see plenty more H-b Hs later on in life.
Most have been abroad and I have spent happy but largely frustrating hours trying to photograph them as they zoom about and then whirr above flowerheads in constant motion, just like the birds whose name they take. Whatever the blurring, though, it is excellent to watch them sipping their drinks with their enormously long, uncoilable tongues. This one which I found in our greenhouse this morning was at rest, however. Permanently. Sadly it had died before any of us realised that it had got in.
The brighter side of this small tragedy was that I could photograph it in detail and here are some of the results. Doesn't the tongue remind you of those spiral liquorice sweets?