“Hello”
Hi, Grammy! Can you come down here quick?
Why, Tally? Is there a problem?
Yes, Grammy! We have a hurt Hummingbird. Momma wants you to come help.
Okay! I’ll be right there.
Grabbing a hummingbird feeder (one never really knows what to expect), loading the dogs up in the pick-up truck, I drove down to the Kid’s house—forgetting the camera. (How could I do THAT! I never go anywhere without the camera, but I did it this time!)
HURRY, GRAMMY! Momma has it on the back porch of the old house…run, Grammy, RUN.
Honey, I can’t run I need to carry the Hummingbird Feeder.
Okay, Grammy, I’ll walk with you, but can you walk FAST?
Yes, I’ll walk fast!
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Once there I found an almost dead little hummingbird. A youngster, not long out of the nest, maybe a teenager. Misty said she found the little bird collapsed in the old house, panting and chirping, the chirping had stopped by the time I arrived. It was just laying there eyes closed, beak closed, breathing very hard and fast.
Goodness, what to do.
We decided that the little thing must have flown into the old house through an open door by accident. Once inside panic set in and the little bird couldn’t figure out how to get back out.
Operating under that assumption I was thinking how much the little birds eat and how often. Gently, gently, gently I picked-up the tiny flying jewel and dipped it’s little beak into the hummingbird feeder.
Nothing.
We waited awhile. In which Misty remembered the camera, which I didn’t have, so she took a photo with her cell phone. The light is not good and we were both very concerned about the bird, but I think if you look closely you can see the little beak is open.
I dipped the tiny beak into the sugar water once more, waited and then once more.
Gradually, the little one could bring all it’s feathers back against it’s body, then open it’s eyes. I continued to hold it in the open palm of my hand–the breathing slowed to regular breathing instead of extreme panic breathing.
I could feel it’s body stop shuddering and a gathering of energy..swoosh…it was gone!
Yay! We all three expressed triumph, approval, and encouragement to the youngster!
(Of course, we don’t know what the hummingbird thought, but I’ll bet this little one was just as jubilant as we were!)
As we were starting to leave Tally pointed and exclaimed….Look there is a hummingbird nest right there! Misty climbed up to see if it was an empty nest…no, she said…peaking carefully inside (from a very safe distance)…I see three tiny, tiny, tiny eggs!
With that knowledge we hung the hummingbird feeder I had brought with me close by.
We saved the Hummie, didn’t we Grammy?
We did! Tally-two, we did! It’s a really nice feeling isn’t it?
It is, Grammy, it really is.
A true story with a happy ending!
Your joyful friend,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 
What a sweet story…and how great and gratifying to have saved his life. Well done!!
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I tried to save a barn swallow baby once who had “fallen” from the nest. Two or three times I helped him, and put him back, only to learn that the mother had pushed him out on purpose (couldn’t feed them all) and would continue to do so. Nature can be so hard to accept sometimes.
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So cool!!! You have the magic touch
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you were quick-thinking! good for you!
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A touching story….one that I have done too when a hummie gets in the garage and beats itself on the windows trying to get out. They just wear themselves out. I use an extended handled dusting wand and they land on it. I have since covered the windows with landscape fabric to prevent them from beating themselves against the window panes. So far its working. Every animal has a right to live and we are so fortunate to be their champion when they need it. Good work, Linda and Tally.
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What a great experience to share with little ones. You are the Hummingbird Whisperer.
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So sweet! Grammy the bird doctor!
Cheri
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what a wonderful story.. a real happy ending especially with babies on the way!.. c
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There is something magical about saving an animal’s life.
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Tally and Grammy are now official hummer whisperers!
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One hummingbird saved, and the world is a prettier place…. Good deed done for the day.
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How awesome!!!
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Awwww be still my heart you girls are the BEST!
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Wonderful story! What a great Grammy you are! We too saved a hummer many years ago when we found our big orange cat Morris with a long beak coming out one side of his mouth and a tail coming out the other. It took us a few days to get our little hummer back up and “humming” but in the end, we did. So congratulations and thanks for a great and happy ending to your story!
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Awww 🙂 ditto thirteensheepormore! Yea hummer whisperers!
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That is SUPER! I always love a great ending:)
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Yea for Grammy!!! When I have a downed hummer in my garage (they can’t seem to figure out how to fly down and out the doors?), I fill a syringe(no needle) with HB nectar and stick their tiny beaks in the tip. They always, always know to drink that way. Don’t know why.
No more running with an entire feeder. 🙂
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Don’t know if I explained what I was talking about well enough. Here’s a picture.https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/shopping?q=tbn:ANd9GcTRik_Qs-KWCj8D_r-PPfmDKDG4nOr-n8-0YPqpsqKAdRsOeC7-&usqp=CAE
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Grammy to the rescue and one proud grandbaby!!
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Yay! ::-D
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Well done! I had a Grammy, too – my mother’s parents were Grammy and Grampy, and dad’s were Grandma and Grandpa 🙂
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Wow! How amazing….
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Oh I’m so glad for the joyful ending. Way to go grammie!
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Way to go! You are a hummer hero!!
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What beautiful story, and how encouraging for the young one to see you revive that little bird so tenderly.
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Now that’s what I call a good ending!
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