Several years ago my husband was in our garage when a hummingbird flew in through the opened door. It flew around inside the garage frantically trying to find its way out. Eventually it fell to the concrete floor. At first, Bruce thought it was dead. He picked it up and discovered that it wasn't dead; it was simply exhausted.
With great wonderment my husband and I each held this little bird in the palm of our hand and fed it hummingbird food through a very small dropper. It was a marvelous moment, something that will probably never happen again; to hold such a tiny bird in our hands was a miracle.
When the bird finally recovered, it flew off only to return again and again to our hummingbird feeder. We will never forget this moment of wonder. I just wrote this Haiku poem yesterday.