Love those birds.
I was probably, eight(?), and a neighbor, a sick sick man, talked me into trying to capture one in a jar. It's damn near impossible, and I'm sure the sick b-tard got a lot of laughs watching me, in total vain, trying to get one. I was catching nearly hundreds of bees in jars, but never once caught a hummingbird. And later in life, I was horrified to be in Boy Scouts, on a camp out, and the leaders were encouraging 'snipe hunts'. Why is it so necessary to humiliate people, especially kids. It's the reason I eventually left the Boy Scouts. (The last straw was a 'panty raid' the year after, same annual camp out event) Such cruelty made me almost loath the Boy Scouts and their local leaders. Good grief...