Sunday, June 20, 2010
It hit the window with such force that I thought its beak would be impaled in its head. Not, thank goodness. But the impact threw him onto the chaise on his side with one wing outstretched. The other wing, not to be seen. What to do?
I decided to let it get over the shock, if it were still alive.
I was sitting on the other chaise across the patio, maybe six feet, and I kept looking over at it over the book I was reading. The other part of my brain was saying, "What the heck can I do?" So finally, after a few minutes, I got up, walked over to see if it was alive. It was much to my amazement. I used the arm of my sunglasses to tuck the spread out wing back to its body. I pushed the bird from its side so it was on its feet. It didn't fly. It just stayed there.
Then I looked closely at its other side to see if it had lost a wing or something but no, it had both.
So, I sat back down and watched and waited. Hmmmm. Then I snapped to it and got the camera to photograph a hummingbird, close. That actually didn't occur to me for at least ten minutes. I was so concerned about the bird. I got close and took these two photos. He was looking at me and I was looking at him, obviously. I finished the photos, stood back and much to my relief off he went in his kamakaze fashion. So, so fast. Whirling and flying. Happy days!