And they do. In fact, it often takes me a moment to figure out which one I'm seeing — a big bee or a tiny bird.
For the last few weeks we've had plenty of both as the wood bees (their fat bottoms wiggling into holes in the pergola so they can chew it to pieces) and the hummingbirds (back from southern climes) flit around the house.
Hummingbirds winter in Central America, I learn, and often return to the same feeder on the same day. They gorge themselves on insects beforehand, often doubling their body weight (which still isn't much, of course) for the 500-mile (18- to 22-hour) flight across the Gulf of Mexico.
So this little bird and its ruby-throated mate are world travelers, intrepid souls that whir and wing their way thousands of miles in pursuit of nectar and insects.
With knowledge comes admiration.