Helpless Hummingbird

This is probably the most random occurrence for me...ever. One of those "this will never happen again moments".

A few weeks ago we had a beautiful, sunny spell in MS -- 75 every day, blue bird skies. I got way too excited and immediately opened all the windows and doors of the camphouse and left them open all day. The breeze was amazing (I have a thing for wind...) and the ambiance was totally memorable. HOWEVER, I did not consider that the poor little hummingbirds would be totally confused. I learned my lesson.

2 hummingbirds got caught in the cabin with me for 2 days. The loft ceilings prevented me from ever having a chance to catch them, so literally they flew for 2 days straight, continually ramming into the large glass paned window. I felt terrible. Buster loved it. (you can imagine him running back and forth trying to 'catch' them)

Eventually I found one of them dead and the other became so weakened that he sort of drifted down and I caught her in a baseball hat. Now, this might seem a bit surreal b/c who is ever able to catch a hummingbird?? Current article proves how impossible this might sound. Well: "this guy" did. (imagine me w/ 2 thumbs pointing to my chest.)

I was always the kooky child that wanted/had every pet possible, but even in my attempts to get my very own monkey, I never thought a hummingbird was possible! (I would have wanted one of those too.)



I caught this hummingbird and was determined to rehab it back to life. I fed it sugar water until it gained enough energy to fly. Taking it outside to be in the sunshine, I thought, might encourage it to fly away, but instead it just rested in my hand for about 10 minutes (Buster was going crazy!) before it eventually took the first flap and made it up into a tree. Who knows if it survived past there or not...

I, however, now know what it feels like to feed a hummingbird out of my hand. weird.