“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