This sweet hummingbird must have hit one of my picture windows pretty hard.
I was full of love and I knew all was well.
When I found him he could not even sit up.
I tenderly rolled him over so he was on his belly.
Then I found a red flower and I gently held each tiny flower up to his beak.
He could barely move, so I had to hold each flower right up to him, but when he would lock onto each flower I could see he was drinking in the nectar.
I fed him each of the tiny flowers while I praised him and told him
how beautiful he was.
He just flew away.