Today I went geocaching in a park in the southern suburbs. One of my friends planned to have her birthday party there so I arrived early to do some caching. While on the trail I had some miraculous encounters. First I watched a hummingbird do a 90° dive and crash into some weeds. When it tried to fly, it could not get lift and flew along the ground in circles. I picked it up and held it to my chest while I called the rehab center for advice. I planned to take it in but first carried it over to some nearby flowers so it could eat some nectar. (The birds tiny tongue darting in and out of its beak was adorable!) I felt that I should try to let it fly again, so I held my hands up, opened them, and watched the bird fly away.
Later, I saw a baby bunny sitting on the side of the trail munching on some grass. Unlike other bunnies this one did not bounce away when I got near. I sat down next to it and it hopped toward me so close that I was able to pet it, something else that wild bunnies generally do not tolerate. I then took its picture (an extreme close-up) and then watched it bound into the brush.
My final weird wildlife encounter today happened when I picked up a large hollow geocaching container and dumped either a mouse or a vole who was hanging out in there onto my lap. The critter then scampered off into the woods.
Moments like these are one of the reasons I love going geocaching.