I was in my laundry room and heard what seemed like a bird's cry for help. When I went out on my deck I saw a tiny little Anna's hummingbird on the rail who didn't seem to be able to reach the feeder. I brought the feeder to it, holding it in my hand, it quickly started drinking, would stop and rest and start all over again. Eventually it was strong enough to fly away. This is one of my prouder moments!
