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…
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