My Hands Holding a Hummingbird

I found him stunned in the grass next to a window that he’d probably just flown into and maybe I shouldn’t have picked him up but I couldn’t resist. His heart was like a tiny, whirring motor against my palm and then, miraculously, he flew away.
Posted by Carson on Monday, July 27, 2009, at 8:36 pm. Filed under News.