When I was about ten years old, I discovered a hummingbird lying outside our picture window. It’s little tongue was hanging out, and its eyes were closed. I gently took it in the palm of my hand and held it while I cried. I didn’t want the ants or a cat to get it, so I just held it, like children do. When I finally stood up to go tell my mother we needed to bury the bird, it suddenly perked its little head up, shook once or twice, and then flew away.
Catch Your Breath
Catch Your Breath
Catch Your Breath
When I was about ten years old, I discovered a hummingbird lying outside our picture window. It’s little tongue was hanging out, and its eyes were closed. I gently took it in the palm of my hand and held it while I cried. I didn’t want the ants or a cat to get it, so I just held it, like children do. When I finally stood up to go tell my mother we needed to bury the bird, it suddenly perked its little head up, shook once or twice, and then flew away.