a story about a hummingbird

 

We had a little hummingbird get stuck inside the house today. My dad wanted to shoo it outside somehow, but I suggested we wait and showed him my YouTube video talking about Pico and talked a little about anxiety.

By the time we were done, it was sitting outside in between the hummingbird feeders, covered in cobwebs. It had been flying around in circles in the living room for a couple hours at that point.

It was so tiny, even compared to the other hummingbirds.
It was a baby.
And it was making a sound that was different than the others were making.
It seemed to me like it was tired, and had been so scared…. And was crying for a mother that may or may not have been coming to comfort it.
The thing is… If we had found a way to shoo it out the door, maybe it would have kept flying, to get away from the scary giant not-flying creatures that were trying to eat it.

Kept flying, and maybe ended up lost or too tired to make it back to food.
There’s no way to know for sure when we are right about things like that.
I just know that even if there was no mother coming, it was right next to food. Right next to other hummingbirds. It will be okay.

brooke

I spent three years living on the street in Los Angeles. I came out of that, changed. This is my story.

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