Ok, since were all tossing in hummingbird stories, here's mine: Years ago I was working at a visitor information center in San Diego. There used to be a snack bar, and we had a wall of glass panes that surrounded the patio tables and protected customers from the wind which blew off the bay. Part of my job at the time was to clean these glass windows as they'd get hit with seagull shit from time to time.

Anyway, one morning I'm cleaning the glass and I find an "impact print" on one of the windows. I look down and find a dead hummingbird. Upon closer inspection, I find another hummingbird which was very much alive, but dazed and confused. I'm assuming they were flitting along and never knew what hit them. Me and my manager rescued the live one, and eventually nursed it back to health by using a Hi-C Fruit Punch juice box. We basically made an impromptu bird feeder by dipping the straw and then plugging it, therefore capturing the liquid in the straw and letting the hummingbird nurse from it. It's tongue would shoot straight out and up into the straw, repeatedly; reminded me of a tattoo gun or sewing machine.

At one point, the hummingbird was perched on my finger for about 5 minutes and I'll never forget it. How tiny it was, and how iridescent it's feathers were. You know those paint jobs where the light changes the color depending on your perspective? Well, those don't hold a candle to that hummingbird's coat. Truly beautiful in every sense of the word.

He eventually built up enough strength and about 2 hours later, we set him free.

Yes give her a juice box! (filled with Canadian Club)

.....his juice box hangin' out-

"Juice Box".

That's what I'm going to call that from now on.