I was coming back from a walk with the dogs when something made me stop in my tracks and look down. At first glance, I feared the baby hummingbird might be dead, but when I gently scooped him up, I felt the energy of his life force; so faint it was almost a suggestion, warm a small place in the palm of my hand.
I began to talk to him, instantly assuring him that he was going to be okay, in fact better than okay. That he was most fortunate indeed, for he had been discovered by the Queen of Expect Delight and a Magical Manifester to boot. I began crafting the vision of how it was all going to miraculously unfold, and by the time we rounded the corner to home, I had a plan, a path and the full support of the Universe on board.
We were greeted by my husband, our son and his friend who were taking a snack break from their go-kart project and I quickly brought them up to speed on my intention for our new friend, as we began to set up a triage situation on the kitchen counter. I'm fortunate to share my life with incredibly kind, open hearted and positively positive souls who immediately climbed aboard my manifestation train, setting it up, that this little fella was not only going to survive, but would be reunited with his beloved family within 24 hours.
After roughly an hour of soothing chichat, silent affirmations for a “happy ever after” reunification, and periodically dipping his slender beak into a dish of sugar water, he began to revive. He blinked open his eyes. Wonkily adjusted himself upright and after a short while began opening and closing his beak revealing the surprise of a long, retractable tongue, and whirling his miraculous helicopter wings, as though he was assessing his equipment for potential collateral damage. There appeared to be none.
Much to the delight of us all, after several test flights and sips of sweet nectar he graduated to flying back and forth from the perch of my finger to the low branches of our lemon tree. The go-kart project was temporarily abandoned and I left home for an appointment, leaving this little wonder under the tending watch of my 11-year old and his friend; both rad, magical animal lovers. When I returned, the boys reported that he had eventually stopped returning to their hand and flown into another tree in our garden, but that some other hummingbirds had attacked him, and they thought he’d escaped by flying away. My intuition told me that he was still with us, secure and safe, hiding out somewhere in the garden. I simply knew. As sundown turned to night sky, and after settling the house down for sleep, armed with a flashlight, and a request for "all hands on deck" from the Universe, I found myself scanning every branch on every tree, knowing all along that he was out there. Finally, I got the light bulb idea that I should literally ask the Universe to guide me, and I waited and I trusted and the miracle continued to unfold as I found myself guided to the back retaining wall, that happens to be entirely faced with a blanket of Boston Ivy at this time of the year. Almost dreamlike, I lifted up the edge of a particularly large leaf to discover him silently blinking up at me. As I gently outstretched my hand, he hopped onto my finger perch once again and we sat together under the inky night sky taking in the “whoa and wonderment” of what had just transpired.
My husband put together a teeny makeshift nest, and we set up a bedside safety tent of sorts and settled in for the night. His chirping/clicking alerts woke me up a couple of times during the night and he drank from my sugary wet fingers. By morning his alerts had grown to a constant and insistent calling and I got the feeling the visit was over and he was ready for his real mama to take him home.
I’d read somewhere a long time ago, that baby birds are often rejected after coming into human contact, but I figured the worse that could happen would be that we’d have a new and super rad addition to our homestead. With the message clearly understood that no matter what, it was all going to work out for the highest good, I walked outside with this tiny weightless wonder, who proceeded to fly up to a lofty tree branch and begin singing for his homecoming. I made myself comfortable on the grass, gaze turned upwards, scanning the sky for her arrival. I’m not sure who saw her first, but without warning, she was in front of him, checking him over, feverishly chatting all the while. For the next hour or so, I watched as she darted from flower to tree pod to baby, delivering nature’s sustenance of Love and food. Eventually, in a flash of “up, zip and away”, they were gone, but the miracle of what was left behind will be a cherished memory forever.
I believe he was as much of a gift to me, as we were to him. I’d had a personally challenging few weeks and was beginning to question myself on some things that weren’t happening the way I had hoped they might. Hummingbirds are a sign of resilient positivity and spiritual resourcefulness. They’re ridiculously intuitive and super smart, for they know where to locate the primo spots to gather the sweet nectar of life and return to these vetted resources daily. I thought about the trust that tiny being had literally placed in the palm of my hand. That I’d intuitively known that uncertainty, difficulty and fear can be soothed with the immediate acknowledgement and an assurance that everything is going to be okay. That if you believe it can happen, you’re half-way there. That expecting delight significantly adds heft to a favorable outcome. That the right team is everything. That no matter what language we speak, scales or feathers or skin, fins, or wings or arms, we are a part of one another, here sharing this incredibly glorious planet together. That the Universe has got your back. And that LOVE always, but always wins.
My Current Love – Recanting this tale.
My Current Light Bulb – Trust Trust Trust your inner guidance.
My Current Delight – Always be Expecting it.
My Current Gratitude – For Universal backup and divine timing.