Stand Still Like the Humming Bird
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Stumble ThisThe title is from a book by Henry Miller, I found the video here. It's a series of close-up videos of some hummingbirds and I thought it was kind of cool. I think it's great that average every day people are able to film things like this now with such ease. It was unheard of not very long ago.
This made me slightly less likely to kill them all.
Thanks.
I don't mind the singing birds in the morning, but the "Caw! Caw!" types drive me nuts.
Around here we have doves that sound like "koo-koo-cachoo" just before sunrise.
I cornered him in a windowsill and he landed and stopped trying to fly. He was completely still and let me pick him up in my hands. I brought him outside, set him on the ground, and he flew away.
The whole time I was thinking to myself: " HOLYSHIT IM HOLDING A HUMMINGBIRD!!"
(and yes, in my world all hummingbirds are male for some unknown reason)
Anyway, I saw him coax an Anna's hummingbird to fly into his mouth.
Awesome!
Sorry to hear that, BT.
I don't mind the singing birds in the morning, but the "Caw! Caw!" types drive me nuts.
Around here we have doves that sound like "koo-koo-cachoo" just before sunrise.
I think you might have a Bill Cosby in your garden.
After a half hour of chasing him back and forth, I finally got him to land on my hand where I could wrap my fingers around him and take him outside. I couldn't believe how light he was! It was like I was just holding a feather in my hand. I opened my hand and he just sat there watching me so I put him on a tree branch. After a minute he flew off. Amazing little bugger.
A hummingbird flew into my house two weeks ago and couldn't find his way back out.
I cornered him in a windowsill and he landed and stopped trying to fly. He was completely still and let me pick him up in my hands. I brought him outside, set him on the ground, and he flew away.
The whole time I was thinking to myself: " HOLYSHIT IM HOLDING A HUMMINGBIRD!!"
(and yes, in my world all hummingbirds are male for some unknown reason)
I had the same experience with a Cardinal. The little guy (I know it was male in this case) woke me up from a nap flapping against my window. He looked so terrified as I was carrying him through the apartment, but flew off just fine.
Anyway, one morning I'm cleaning the glass and I find an "impact print" on one of the windows. I look down and find a dead hummingbird. Upon closer inspection, I find another hummingbird which was very much alive, but dazed and confused. I'm assuming they were flitting along and never knew what hit them. Me and my manager rescued the live one, and eventually nursed it back to health by using a Hi-C Fruit Punch juice box. We basically made an impromptu bird feeder by dipping the straw and then plugging it, therefore capturing the liquid in the straw and letting the hummingbird nurse from it. It's tongue would shoot straight out and up into the straw, repeatedly; reminded me of a tattoo gun or sewing machine.
At one point, the hummingbird was perched on my finger for about 5 minutes and I'll never forget it. How tiny it was, and how iridescent it's feathers were. You know those paint jobs where the light changes the color depending on your perspective? Well, those don't hold a candle to that hummingbird's coat. Truly beautiful in every sense of the word.
He eventually built up enough strength and about 2 hours later, we set him free.
If I'm on the sift, I always upvote what video I'm watching, just in case. I figure their internet is down.
by D.H. Lawrence
I can imagine, in some otherworld
Primeval-dumb, far back
In that most awful stillness, that only gasped and hummed,
Humming-birds raced down the avenues.
Before anything had a soul,
While life was a heave of Matter, half inanimate,
This little bit chipped off in brilliance
And went whizzing through the slow, vast, succulent stems.
I believe there were no flowers, then,
In the world where the humming-bird flashed ahead of creation.
I believe he pierced the slow vegetable veins with his long beak.
Probably he was big
As mosses, and little lizards, they say were once big.
Probably he was a jabbing, terrifying monster.
We look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time,
Luckily for us.