So I rescued this injured hummingbird and spend 45 minutes feeding it a capful of sugar water before he recovered enough to fly off.
Now ask me if the ungrateful little sh*t stabbed me with his natural spike bayonet.
Go on, ask me. No, of course he didn't.
He hovered for ten beautiful heartbeats right in front of my face, looking at me eye to eye, a bonding between the two of us, a breathtaking moment of unspoken gratitude, a spiritual connection I will always remember, before he turned and flew off through evening scent of the heavy jasmine blossom.
Honestly, I felt like I was in a Disney movie.
LOL...Nah, he stabbed me.
(IH)
(IH)
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