The Rescue

I have just made a strange discovery in the last week...I think my computer is posessed. (insert "Twilight Zone" music here.) I've been having some strange things going on, and it seems to involve my internet connection. Anyhoo, this story was supposed to be on here a few days ago. Enjoy, while I go slam my mouse around a few times for good measure. (And stress relief.)



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 I could tell it had been trying to find it's way out for a long time, because the normal buzzing sound had been replaced by a faint little humming, and it was flying very slow like it was just about pooped.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!