A hummingbird in distress

On Saturday morning I decided to (finally) take the potted, dead ficus tree from the garage to the woods and dump it out so I could use its planter.
It had been sitting in the garage all winter, after I decided it was just never going to be the tree it once was. It was about 18 years old, so it owed us nothing.

As I lifted the tree by its trunk, I heard a peeping sound.

I was sure I'd imagined it, but as I moved the tree toward the garage door, I heard the peeping again.

I set the tree down and looked into its branches. There, perched precariously, sat a female ruby-throated hummer.

I was surprised it didn't fly away, but then I realized it couldn't. It's feet and beak were covered in a sticky substance.

I carefully removed the bird's tiny feet from the branch, then I carefully removed the sticky substance from its beak.

The hummer was exhausted. I don't know how long it had gone without food because it couldn't get to food or even open its beak.

I took the hummer out onto our back deck, to the hummingbird feeder, and carefully stuck its beak into the feeder opening. I couldn't tell if the bird drank any nectar or not.

I repeated this every few minutes, and eventually I could see, by the movement of the muscles in the back of her neck, that she was was, indeed, drinking some nectar.

I placed her in a plant pot beside the feeder and let her rest awhile.

After 30 minutes or so I found her perched on a leaf branch of the geranium.

A little later she flew down onto the deck floor, and eventually she flew off the deck and toward the woods.

I hope she survived. I don't know what the sticky substance was that she'd gotten into. I'm thinking maybe it was pine pitch.

I've seen hummers at the feeder regularly since Saturday, and I like to think one of them is "my" hummer.