Well, I guess it should be a happy ending, but why am I crying?
I took Baño outside in a birdcage we have to see if her mom would hear her and find her. She was hungry and cheeping. I thought the cage bars would hold her, though she is small. But . . .
We sat there for a while by the feeder, and she was very excited, hearing hummer sounds. But none of the several hummingbirds there even expressed curiosity about her until . . . “she” came in my face, closer than close.
She came several times, opening her mouth and talking to Baño. She even clung to the sides of the cage, then flew around trying to get at her. She came back several times, and I didn’t know what to do. There was no doubt this was mom.
I thought I would put Bano on her sock bed cupped in my hand and see if she would come to her out of the cage. When I tried to catch Bano in the cage, she got very excited, flitting around, and she squeezed through the bars!
She flew up where I could not reach her, clinging to the stucco wall, cheeping. I watched her, letting her know I was still here. Then she flew to a nearby tree and clung to a crook, swaying in the wind. No breezes here. I watched and prayed. She cheeped.
Finally, she flew again into the neighbor’s, out of sight, but I could still hear her cheeping. I felt sad, and there was nothing I could do.
Then mama zipped by, and over the fence. I heard her chattering to her, and the cheeping stopped for a long while.
I just finished cleaning up the mess, and I am happy-sad. I think–I hope–she will be okay, especially since I believe her mom found her. But this has been an awesome experience, and though she needs to be free, I will miss those tiny feet on my hand. 😦