Rick & Wendy Rogers
20241 Brockman Mill Road
Fiddletown, CA 95629
209-296-2345
20241 Brockman Mill Road
Fiddletown, CA 95629
209-296-2345
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| Madi's Hummingbird Story "Grandma! Grandma!" called Madi. "I found a hummingbird!" The screen door banged shut behind her as she hurried into the cozy kitchen. "You found what?" asked Grandma. She set down her tea cup and came to investigate. "A little hummingbird, she was lying on the floor in the garage! I think she is hurt, Grandma." said Madi. "Let's have a look," said Grandma. Madison opened her little hands to reveal a tiny bird, lying quietly, without moving. Grandma folded a paper towel and Madi laid the little bird on it. "Hmmmm. Madi, do you know where I keep the tweezers in the bathroom cabinet?" "I will find them!" she said, running out of the room. "OK, Little One," said Grandma , "let's see what's wrong with you." She gently rolled the bird over on it's back. Madi came in with the tweezers. "Madison, see these pretty red feathers on its neck? Your bird is a young male. Where did you say you found him?" she asked. "He was lying on the floor in the garage. Maybe he got too hot," said Madi. Even though it was only mid-morning, the temperature was already in the 80's and promised to soar into the high 90's by afternoon. Grandma thought about that. "Well, he probably is. Hummingbirds fly into that garage and get trapped. They fly up into the sky lights and can't find their way out again." "Did he fall from up there?" Madi sounded worried about her little bird. "It looks like he did. See these spider webs wrapped around his feet?" With the tweezers, she gently pulled a thick strand of spider web off his little foot. There was another one wrapped around his wing. "These webs are coming off easily for me, but he's wrapped so tight he couldn't fly!" said Grandma. "Poor little guy!" She knew they had to work quickly if the bird was going to recover. The little bird opened one eye and looked around. "Look!" whispered Madison, "he's awake. Don't be afraid, little bird, we're helping you." Grandma took down the sugar jar and scooped out a heaping tablespoon of sugar, dropping it into a teacup. She stirred in a little water, making syrupy nectar. Grandma opened her special "junk drawer" and started to search for something. "Ah HA! I knew I had a straw in here!" she said. "OK Madi. We need to make a little place for your bird out on the front porch. Remember that little wire chicken?" "Yes!" she said. It was fun helping her little bird, and she ran to get the chicken. The little wire chicken was made in two pieces, a top and a bottom. When Grandma took the top off, it made a wire basket, which she lined with a paper towel. "OK, Madi, you bring your bird and I will bring the nectar and the straw." |
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Grandpa Wetzel loves to fish!
