Last week I closed my garage door for the night like I always do and went on with my nightly routine. The following day Mike and our friend went into the garage to do boy stuff (work on our old classic Bronco) but instead they found a squatter….a little hummingbird. I think he had flown into the garage and couldn’t figure out how to get out, and then I had trapped him inside when I closed the door the previous night. Poor lil guy.
When we found him the next day he was in sorry shape. His flying was labored and reeeally slow. In fact, we couldn’t even hear the hum of his wings flapping!
We have a hummingbird feeder in our backyard so I ran to grab it. As soon as I stepped in the garage he flew right over and started pigging out. He didn’t even care that I was still holding the feeder in my hand. I had my friend take over holding the feeder and grabbed my camera to get some shots of the little fella.
After he was feeling better (at least he looked like he was feeling better) he decided the fishing pole was his perch. He stayed there on his perch, next to the food, the whole night.
I left the garage door open all night hoping he’d find his way out, but the next day he still was there (although the hum of his wings had returned and he was flying really well). His belly was SO fat too; I think he had drunk as much nectar as he could possibly hold. LOL
He kept flying around our garage ceiling so I thought he couldn’t quite figure out how to get out (the ceiling is quite a bit higher than the door opening). So I took the feeder and moved it close to the opening of the door hoping it would give him an incentive to fly by the opening.
Guess what? It worked! I went out a hour or two later and our little hummingbird friend was gone.
And the pictures are amazing, he was so precious.
by Shay
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