I held a hummingbird on my hand today for 21 minutes! I had glanced out the door and was sickened to see a hummer lying on the porch floor. She was breathing so I "righted" her and she clung to my finger--surprisingly. After a few minutes of staying very still (while my crouched legs and feet fell asleep), I moved a bit to sit, and she fluttered her wings slightly and moved to the other side of my palm. And we sat--and sat--and sat while the other female visited the feeder a few feet away. I turned my hand a bit so she could see the luscious fuchsia plant and the feeder above it. Still we sat. Time stood still while I studied her beautiful feathers from my overhead position--tiny feathers over her eyes looked like eyelashes, the tiny white feathers at the back corners of her eyes, the pattern of green and charcoal feather clumps running back from her beak up over her head almost looked like she'd had a "cornrow" hairdo. Finally, this special occasion came to a happy e nd when she took off on a steady and determined flight across the yard into the tall trees. No Memorial Day service for her. Nature is good. Nelda Nelda Snyder snyderfolks@xxxxxxxxxxxxx