Wow.
Today Joy spotted a hummingbird perched on our garage door motor. She reached for it to shoo the bird out of the hot garage (hotter than the 101ºF it was outside the garage) and it didn't move. After nudging the poor little bird with her finger, it finally hovered in the air, bumping its head on the garage ceiling repeatedly. She then flew into the garage door, then hovered near the floor before shooting up and hitting her head on the ceiling again. After a few minutes it finally made its way between the ceiling and the partially raised garage door outside, where she spiralled slowly to the concrete.
Joy carefully scooped her up and handed her to Mom, who took the bird to the back porch where the hummingbird feeders are located and placed her in a crepe myrtle brance next to an empty feeder. I finally located our hummingbird food concentrate, refilled the feeder and placed the bird on the perch next to the nectar reservoir hoping the little bird would eat. Instead, the bird could barely hang onto the branch and was acting disoriented, blinking slowly and wavering back and forth. Over the next few minutes the tiny bird's condition got visibly worse.
I ran the kitchen and mixed up some hummingbird food and carried it outside in a small spoon. I put it up to the little bird's beak and after a moment the magic happened...
The tiny little creature sipped the nectar from the spoon with a small needle-like tongue. For about five minutes I fed the little bird with my mom watching in awe. The tiny creature immediately looked much improved. After a bit, the hummingbird cocked his head to the side and disappeared around the crepe myrtles with nothing but a buzz to signal her departure.
Joy carefully scooped her up and handed her to Mom, who took the bird to the back porch where the hummingbird feeders are located and placed her in a crepe myrtle brance next to an empty feeder. I finally located our hummingbird food concentrate, refilled the feeder and placed the bird on the perch next to the nectar reservoir hoping the little bird would eat. Instead, the bird could barely hang onto the branch and was acting disoriented, blinking slowly and wavering back and forth. Over the next few minutes the tiny bird's condition got visibly worse.
I ran the kitchen and mixed up some hummingbird food and carried it outside in a small spoon. I put it up to the little bird's beak and after a moment the magic happened...
The tiny little creature sipped the nectar from the spoon with a small needle-like tongue. For about five minutes I fed the little bird with my mom watching in awe. The tiny creature immediately looked much improved. After a bit, the hummingbird cocked his head to the side and disappeared around the crepe myrtles with nothing but a buzz to signal her departure.