a hummingbird in my hands
What a remarkable thing. A hummingbird hit our window this morning. I looked out, and there it was on the walk, stunned, wings splayed. I gingerly helped it back onto its feet, I couldn't just leave it there. With a little coaxing, it climbed up onto my finger. I held it there in my hands for a while, while it was breathing heavily, and shaking a little. I waited. I put it down in on the relatively safe little garden on our front step. I watched as it calmed down, regained its composure, and flew off into the maple tree in the front yard. It was one of the moments I will remember for a long time. I wonder what this little guy made of the whole thing.