It's 9:45 a.m.. Guess who is still in her
pajamas?
I'm not sick. I'm not taking a mental
health day. And I've even entertained a visitor this morning.
I've been too busy to shower.
You see, I've spent the last two hours
watching a hummingbird.
Inside.
With gorgeous, fall-like
temperatures this morning, I left the balcony door wide open to air
out the house. And, as you know if you visit here often, our
just-filled hummingbird feeders draw a lot of visitors.
One of our guests took an unfortunate
detour.
Reading important news at my desk, as I
do every morning as soon as the kids head to school, I heard an odd
sound from the living room. My first thought was: “Bad dog!” It
sounded like something being shredded. I ran in the living room,
looking for Chloe who, while extremely finicky about eating her dog food,
will sneak people food at any opportunity. (Usually Sophie is blamed,
but she just eats everything shamelessly. Chloe is sly.)
I didn't notice that both pups hadn't
moved from their beds. In the office.
Then, I looked up.
When we renovated the house last year,
skylights seemed like a great idea.
Today, I cursed them.
Normally, if a bird flies into a house,
the easiest way to remove it is to open a door or window, make the
rest of the house dark, and let it naturally fly toward the light.
Of course, that's not possible when you
have windows on the ceiling that don't open.
I thought about closing the shades on
the skylights, but because the shades close via remote control—and
the hummingbird used the channel as a perch—I feared injuring the
bird or trapping it under the shade.
Plan B.
In a burst of creativity, I went
outside (yes, in my PJs), grabbed a hummingbird feeder, came inside,
and attached it to the handle of a broom. I stood on the couch,
holding the broom/feeder over my head, waiting for the hummingbird to
land on the feeder. It was, after all, becoming exhausted.
And then I spilled sugar water all over
the couch, the floor, the coffee table...and me.
Note to self: couch cushions are not
very stable.
Plan C.
Now, instead of the couch, I climbed a
step stool and held the broom/feeder concoction. And spilled more
sugar water.
Still, the hummingbird ignored it.
Plan D.
So, deciding the broom/feeder
combination might be stressing out the poor bird instead of helping,
I tried a more natural approach.
I cut two long branches of lantana,
tied them to the broom handle, and held it up to the skylight.
I mean, seriously—those birds can't
get enough of the lantana outside the office window. Surely, the
hummingbird would land on a branch to drink some nectar—it was
really getting tired now.
(Can you envision it? Me. The top step of the ladder.
Pajamas. A broom disguised as a lantana bush. I'm grateful no one was
home to take a picture.)
The lantana truly was inspired, don't
you think? The bird obviously didn't appreciate my creative
genius. It continued to whack its tiny body into the glass.
Plan E.
Kids' fishing net.
Thankfully, the handle on the net was too short, even with standing on the top step of the ladder. I'm glad, too, because I'm afraid
the net might have damaged the hummingbird's wings.
Plan F.
Call Peter.
Argh. I hate when I can't solve something like a hummingbird trapped in the house by myself!
Still, Peter is about seven inches taller than me, and I worried that the bird wouldn't make it much longer if it
didn't get out. I left the room, hoping it might fly lower without me
near, and waited for Peter to come home from work. (Thankfully, the company is ten minutes away.)
Of course, I couldn't stand it.
I peaked in the living room—and there
it was, flying just above the picture on the wall. Then it perched on
the frame. YES! I tried to sneak up on it, thinking to catch it in my
hands—and then it zipped past my head, into the kitchen, where it
promptly flew into the wall and fell onto the bench.
Oh no.
But when I looked closer, it was alive.
Exhausted, but breathing.
I opened all of the kitchen windows,
but then thought—if I catch it and release it from the kitchen,
which is very high off the ground—the bird might not be able to
fly. So, in my infinite wisdom, I decided to get the hummingbird
feeder, put it on the balcony, catch the bird and place it on the
feeder.
Of course, while I thought all of this,
the hummingbird recovered from its bang into the wall, flew over my
head...and behind the refrigerator.
Sometimes, it doesn't pay to think.
Fortunately, Peter walked in five
minutes later.
I was afraid what we'd find behind the
refrigerator.
And there sat the hummingbird, covered
in dust bunnies. (You're judging my housekeeping skills now, aren't you?!)
Peter carried the little fuss-budget to
the balcony. It sat for a moment on his hand, and he tried to move it
to the feeder.
Instead, without so much as a peep, it took off and
flew to a high branch in the tree.
(Blurred by my excitement...)
We put the feeder back in its place,
closed the balcony door, and waited to see if the hummingbird would
venture down for a drink.
No luck. Yet.
So, that's how I've spent my morning. I
think it's now time for me to take a shower, get dressed, and perhaps
try to get a few things done.
Like mopping up the sugar water on the living room floor.
After that, I might just hang out on the
couch and spy on hummingbirds.
Note to self: always close the balcony
door.
Cheers!
Julie
No, no, that sounds like a terrifically productive morning. Really. Happy ending and all.
ReplyDeleteI am, at least, relieved at the outcome! Now, off to finally mop the sugar water off the living room floor! ;-)
DeleteWe have had one in the garage, the red toggle pull from the garage door opener was what drew it in. It took a long time to tire the hummer out enough for it to light on the broom so we could carry it out. I like the vision of you on the couch with the feeder, spilling sugar water all over. Funny. Glad it was a happy ending.
ReplyDeleteOh my, you had a very busy morning! Poor hummer, that must have been very stressful. Like Janet, we've had them fly into the garage but never in the house. FYI, we covered our toggles with black duck tape so it wouldn't happen again.
ReplyDeletewhat seemed to start out as a quiet morning seems to have turned rather busy - I am glad it all ended up well.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a funny story! Thanks for the chuckle today and am so glad this story has a happy ending. Sadly we lost a hummingbird to a window in our sunroom. Poor thing flew right into and died. I saw it happen and ran out to revive the poor thing but it was too late. Sigh....
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ReplyDeleteI am returning your visit, and see I found a good spot to land, unlike your poor hummingbird while it was in your house. Thanks for the chuckle. I've been sitting on our front yard bench, watching a hummingbird watch me, and seeing it eat from time to time. I had my husband sit outside with me awhile, but it stayed away. The first day I saw them for this season, there were either 2 or 3, but now, I'm just seeing one. I don't have a feeder out, though. Mine eat nectar from agastaches and salvias. I don't know if I would be organized enough to keep a feeder clean and full.
I laughed and was on the edge of my seat reading through your hummingbird adventure. You did all of the things I would have done. I love hummingbirds, and I would most likely risk life and limb to protect or save them. I am so glad you were able to find a way to bring it back to the outdoors. Hope you were able to have a day to yourself at a later date to make up for it.
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