While I was inside the barn locking up all the birds at dusk the other night, I heard what sounded like the world's biggest bumblebee. I looked around and didn't see anything, but it seemed to sound louder up in the loft. I climbed up on Hubby's tractor to look, and up in the highest peak of the metal-roof barn, was a trapped Hummingbird. I could tell it had been trying to find it's way out for a long time, because the normal buzzing sound had been replaced by a faint little humming, and it was flying very slow like it was just about pooped. I ran and got Hubby who climbed up into the loft and using a broom, scooped the little guy up and handed him to me. I quickly ran down to the feeder so it could get a drink and have enough energy to make it back home before dark.
Now, nobody knows this but me and you, but I have secretly always wanted to hold a Hummingbird in my hand. (And not a dead one, either.) My Momma and I used to talk about how tiny their little feet were, and we would say, "Oh I would just love to hold one for a second or two and then let it go."
Well, I've been missing Mom quite a bit lately, (more than usual) and after this happened, my first thought was, "I wish Mom could have seen this." But then I realized, God had allowed me to have one of my hearts' desires come true...
Sometimes he sends comfort in the strangest ways, but always when we need it most!
Here is a picture of it getting a drink...
And me holding it until it flew away...
Notice it's little feet? Is that sweet or what!
