And rightly so. We had one we called Ratchet because he sounded like he might have a little rotary cuff issue.
He came back for about 5 or 6 years. One year he came back and went to the hook where the feeder was supposed to be. Because I had not hung it out yet and happened to be in the back yard at the time he came over, got right in my face chittering away and gave me shit for not having his feeder out in a timely manner. Pugnacious is how my bird book describes them.
My gang got to the point where they would tolerate us out on the balcony if we were sitting at the table, but not otherwise. If we were not in compliance, they would hover a few feet off the deck and dart about, clearly saying "Yo! Big things! Get lost."
I did manage to get a few photos of them with my phone.
-- "Dance like the photo isn't being tagged; love like you've never been unfriended; and tweet like nobody is following."