Monday, November 8, 2010
Sitting at my computer last night I heard something hit the sliding glass door. Then again, and when I looked, it was a hummingbird trying to get inside, hitting the glass door over and over. I jumped up and told it not to do it, over and over, but it for some reason wouldn't listen. I was kind of paralyzed because I didn't want to open the door and have it come in. M heard me and came out to see, while I went out the other door. In the meantime he went outside and was trying to catch it. I was very scared, since they seem so fragile, and I remembered the moth I accidentally killed. But he got it in his hands like a butterfly, and it simply sat there, apparently holding on to his fingers with its tiny little feet. So weird and so amazing. It just sat there and could have continued, but we wanted it to be free so sent it off flying upward drunkenly into the night.
Now I obsess about how it is, whether we should have brought it to the feeder to drink before it flew off, why it was hitting the glass. I gotta let it go. Deep breath...