Boo insisted it was a little girl. Ugh, nothing hurts my heart more than a sweet little creature in distress. I called the zoo hospital down the street but they were closed. Mr. LBB researched what to do for an injured hummingbird. He filled a hummingbird feeder with sugar water and coaxed her to drink when she was calm. We did everything we could to keep her safe and comfortable.
We checked on her this afternoon and she had gone to heaven. We gave her a proper burial.
Boo: Can we dig her up and see if she’s still there? To see if God took her to heaven?
Her little grave is right next to our St. Francis statue. Boo insisted that we not name her but wrote on her tombstone:
I Loved This Hummingbird.
Laying on the couch with Mr. LBB a little later I heard her say “It hurts right here Daddy” pointing to her heart.
I told Boo that the best thing that could have happened to that sweet little bird was to be loved by her…..even if for just a few hours.
As an aside:
Boo: Why does our St. Francis statue have his head cracked open?
Me: Well, a few years ago someone took it, then returned it a few weeks later……with the head glued back together.