I have a wind chime that has glass hummingbirds. I get a kick when a real hummingbird comes to check them out.
When I was four years old, I had a big plastic bumblebee with a string and you could “fly” him by spinning him around your head. His wings flapped and he buzzed when you were spinning him. I took him over to the lot next door to show the real bees. You can imagine what those bees thought of this big intruder! That’s one of my first memories, too.