A gentle thud hit the picture window in the sunroom. Instantly I looked up from the photos I was sorting to see a tiny bird drop from sight. As always when a bird collides with a window, a slight sickening swirled in my stomach.
Hoping for the best but prepared for the worst, I went outside to assess the damage. Rounding the corner of the house I spotted a wee hummingbird almost impaled by its beak in the ground. I thought it probably had a broken neck.
Tenderly picking up the bird, I called to Mariah and her friend Sabrina, who dashed to the front porch where I was sitting. Their eyes widened in wonder when they saw the limp bird in my hand. We all stared at the hummingbird's exquisite beauty.
As I examined the frail bird, I detected a slight movement. This was good news! The girls became giddy. But what should we do with the bird? Would it suffer? Did it have a broken neck? Could a veterinarian treat it? Would the girls see the bird struggle and die?
In the minutes that followed the hummingbird blinked its eyes and perked up. I realized it didn't have a broken neck and might recover. I asked Mariah and Sabrina if they'd like to hold it and their response was a resounding "Yes!"
A quarter of an hour passed and the situation looked promising as the bird became more alert. To see if it could perch, I gingerly eased its legs onto the red plastic perch of the hummingbird feeder, placing my hand beneath the bird to serve as a safety net should it fall. Though it wobbled at first, it gained stability within seconds and tightened its grip. This definitely was good news.
Within minutes and to the surprise of us all, the hummingbird took off and landed on the branch of a nearby oak. We cheered. Observing the girls excitement, I thought how all of nature will someday be in the hands of these girls and other children. More good news. I smiled.
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