Looks a bit miffed don't you think?

Hummingbirds have always had a special place in my heart. As a young adult, I started to notice them flitting about whenever I had some big decision to make. At some point I decided that they were little messengers, reminding me that there was help out there in the universe and that I wasn't alone.

This morning during breakfast, Dan noticed a hummingbird on the tree outside our living room window. Finn and I slowly approached the glass and in an instant, there were two of them. One hovered for a moment, flirting with us near the glass. No sooner had I finished the statement "Hummingbirds are a good sign, two must be twice as good!" than one of them buzzed around to our front porch and smashed into the window. What kind of sign is that?

They are so small that I didn't even hear it. Dan saw it. The tiny bird was splayed out on his back with his wing twisted and a little moisture dripping from the end of his long sharp beak. I almost died. I went outside thinking I would pick him up with my hands and then returned with a serving spoon and scooped him into a tea towel. He didn't look good. His eyes were closing and his breathing was laborious. I snipped a piece of the bush that they like from my garden and placed it next to him thinking that he could get moisture or nutrients from it. I ran for my camera as Dan and Finn watched him closely. Finn thought the ruby colored feathers were blood. I asked him to keep a good thought in his heart. He agreed and went off to school. I wanted to take the bird in the house, but worried that he might fly and then be stuck in the house. It was pretty cold outside and as Dan reminded me, there are lots of neighborhood cats, so in he went. I took some pictures and was about to take him with me to my office so I could research what to do with him, when he flew out of the bowl and straight into the window again. DEAR GOD. He sat on the ledge while I quietly freaked out. MUST CATCH BIRD. MUST PUT BIRD OUTSIDE. I didn't want to try to put him in my hand because of his hurt wing so I put a glass over him and gently scooted him onto the tea towel. I took him outside and put him on our wood pile and he immediately flew off and sat in a tree. Happy ending.