“It’s never too late to be who you might have been.” – George Eliot
Wednesday, September 03, 2003
I Held a Hummingbird in my Hand
We’ve been up at the cabin for a few days. Yesterday, Lynne called me out to the front of the cabin and showed me a hummingbird on the ground. It was flapping away, but could not fly. It looked like its right wing was hurt.
Not wanting the dogs to find it, I trapped it in my hand and carried it into the woods where I let it go.
It weighed nothing! Okay, it had to weigh something, but I could not detect weight in my hand. It was soft, and when it wriggled I could feel it. But, when it was still, I could not feel it in my hand.
We get lots of hummingbirds in the summer. They are always fighting each other off, but don’t seem to do any harm. So, maybe it hit the window?
They migrate all the way to South America in our winter, and back north again for summer. It just amazes me that something that small, that weighs nothing, travels thousands of miles every year (on purpose).
Posted under: Cabin News • by Rick on 09/03/2003 at 07:11 PM
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