On Sunday, Nov. 21, 2010, I was in the kitchen when I heard a THUMP on the back window...I knew just what it was....I was afraid to look. I went outside and there on the back porch was a tiny finch on his side. He was alive, breathing heavily, but not moving. I went and got some big gloves on and came back and carefully scooped him up. It was 21 degrees outside and I didn't think a little thing on its side in the cold was a good idea. I brought him inside and said a few little prayers....he looked like he was hurting, so I carefully stroked his little head.
After a little while, I sat down and just held him close to me....yes, I sang a little song...
After awhile, he started to perk up and his heavy breathing subsided; he seemed more relaxed
I decided to take him outside to see if he had any interest in getting away, but he wasn't quite ready, so we went back in for about 5 more minutes
then I took him out again and set him down and offered him some nyjer, their favorite food!
I kept checking on him....he was there for about 5-10 more minutes after that.....then I saw him hopping around. He turned himself around and faced the backyard where all the other birds were....
and then he flew off! I know his 'feet' look a little awkward here, but it was only because his surface there was a flannel sheet...when he got himself together, they looked just fine!
Yay!! It was God....not me....this birdie had more 'tweeting' yet to do!