All You Need Is Love....

I found this poor baby floating on top of water with his wings ripped and quickly scooped him out......he immediately crawled up on my hand.

 

I held him for a while as he just stayed on my hand / finger and we looked at each other.

 

I decided if he was making that much of an effort to live....then I had to help him a little.

 

When my kids were little and got sick, I used to make them a "sick bed".....with a nice warm afghan, movies, ginger ale, chicken noodle soup and a bell to ring for me when they needed me.

 

Since this poor thing did not qualify for a sick bed ( ; ) )....he got next to the best thing. He got a "sick box".....

 

We made trips out of the "sick box" to go from flower to flower, as his fully winged friends were doing. By me carrying him, it made the others not want to be around a "hand" that was trying to suck the sweet nectar out of the center of the flowers....so this guy got a little extra.

 

When he was finished......he'd hop back up on my hand and we'd go to another flower.

 

I cared for him for a few days and I went out one day and he'd "flown" all by himself up to my back deck chair. I placed him back in his "sick box" as I thought this was a premature flight, since his wings were still all ripped.

 

I went back in the house and came back to check on him and he was up on the lawn chair once again.....I let him stay.

 

A few hours passed and I went back to check on the lawn chair and he was gone. I can only hope that he is now flying free and happy and learns his lesson to stay away from pools of water....where next time someone may not be close by to rescue him........or want to make him a "sick box". ; )

Done