They are such fearless, sensible little birds. Once one (we have only ruby-throats here in southeast Alaska) got trapped in my sun porch on a hot-for-us day. He tried to find a way out but instead got into the more distant section. I didn't want to chase him for fear it would exhaust him further so after a bit of cogitation I held up a broom with the bristles toward him and let him climb on.

Then I took him to the coolness of the outdoors and flattened my palm so he could leave. Instead he sat there for a few minutes, regarding me with his bright eyes, seeming totally unafraid. When he lifted off and zoomed into the nearby trees I felt like applauding.