In His Hands
Between thunderstorms, my husband took our mastiff outside. After a few minutes, the dog sniffed at a bit of trash on the driveway. My husband thought it was merely a bit of fluff, carried from the trees by the storm. But the dog kept nosing it. Upon investigation, my husband discovered it was a tiny hummingbird, nearly dead. Blown out of its nest by the storm, it was drenched and very freezing. He picked it up and cradled it in his hands, gently blowing his warm breath over it.
After about a half hour, it stood up in his palms and began to fluff itself. I grabbed my camera. We watched as this tiny fellow got warm and dry in the gentle hands of my “bird whisperer.” As it gained its strength, my husband opened his palms. The little fellow continued to stand on his hand, content. Finally, it felt sufficiently dry and flew away.
Award-winning author Ane Mulligan writes Southern-fried fiction. She’s a novelist, humor columnist, and playwright. Believing chocolate and coffee are two of the four major food groups, she resides in Sugar Hill, GA. Find Ane at the Christian Authors Network, Novel Rocket, Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.