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Saga of the Hummingbird

Updated on April 14, 2017
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I am Robert Elias Ballard, married to Pearlie Jane (PJ) for 45 years on November 24, 2017. We live in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains.

Hummingbird that came to visit

Hummingbirds singing

Poor Little Hummingbird

A couple of years ago we had a visitor come calling that hit that particular button of mine that involves writing down the story behind something that catches my fancy. Those of you who have read my work, know that I have two grandsons, Colton who is now ten years old and Maddox who is now seven. Several days each week, I will pick them up from school They both attend Atkinson Elementary School. Since they live in the city, they enjoy coming to our home out in the country where they can get outside to burn energy throwing a ball of some kind or riding their bikes.

The boys also love their grandma's cooking and seem to always be hungry. They know they have the run of the place and enjoy afternoon snacks which they nearly inhale to get back outside.Like most children, there is no thought of closing the doors when they come inside. After all, they are just going to be inside for a minute! Last week when they came inside and left the kitchen door ajar, a little hummingbird flew into the house. As quickly as I saw the little guy, I grabbed a broom and tried to coax him back outside. My efforts were futile to say the least.

Our visitor instead opted to fly into our living room which has a vaulted ceiling. He flew around going from corner to corner. Apparently he had gotten disoriented and couldn't find a way to exit. By this time the grandsons had gotten involved. "Shoot him,paw-paw!" Maddox said. "Well, Maddy,we just can't shoot the poor hummingbird, maybe we can find a way to get him out with out harming him.

Our visitor gallantly tried bumping the ceiling as if trying to penetrate or make himself a way of escape. I could tell he might be getting tired but then I thought, no, he can't be getting tired, after all the migration of hummingbirds is thousands of miles.The boys soon went back outside to their play and an idea stuck. Maybe if I could find some hummingbirds singing on you tube, the little guy might calm down and fly out one of the three doors I had opened.

Finding the you tube songs was easy enough so I typed it in and placed my iPhone near the closest door and most human logical place of exit. By that time, I was summonsed to the back yard to put a bicycle chain back on that had somehow slipped off. When I went back inside the house, the hummingbird was not to be found. Ahh! I said to myself, you're a pretty smart feller!

My wife came home about that time and the boys father also came to pick them up and take them home. We had to take some clothing racks to a local church that was having a yard sell and we loaded them up and drove them over. We were gone for about an hour. Upon returning home my son proudly said to me,"Well pop, we got rid of your hummingbird for you." I said I thought he had flown out the door before I left.

As it turns out, the hummingbird had landed on my wife's quilting rack which would explain why I had not seen him. When my son sat down in the recliner near the quilting rack, he startled the bird and my grandson Colton had a small net he put over the poor bird. It was amazing the hummingbird survived the net but my son caught the little guy. A close examination show nothing that was life threatening, however; while flying around my vaulted ceilings, he had covered himself in cob webs. He had webs on his feathers, beak and feet. He was a dirty bird if ever there was one!!!

Josh went to the bathroom and took Q-tips from the container and cleaned the bird up. Once all cleaned up, he set him outside on one of our porch chairs. He sat there for a moment and then flew to a Dogwood in our front yard and then back to the wild, happy as a hummingbird can be.

Today as I was mowing my front yard, I noticed my hummingbird feeder was empty so I decided to clean it and make some food for the other hummingbirds who inhabit the area. I looked up on the web how to make the food. It is really simple. One cup of pure cane sugar and four cups of water. The instructions say to boil the water to dissolve the sugar. Once I completed the process, I filled my feeder and sat back to see if any hummingbirds might soon find the new food.

It didn't take long before my first visitor and it was a Ruby throat hummingbird! I don't know if it was the same bird that we had last week in our house, but he did look strikingly familiar and clean! We have lots of birds here and I enjoy feeding them. Presently we have some Eastern Blue Birds nesting in a small bird house on our carport. They have been coming for many years to the same location.

One final note about our friend who came inside our house last week. Upon his release Maddox said,"I'm gonna miss that little bird. I really love him!"


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      diogenes 3 years ago from UK and Mexico

      Charming story. I miss the hummingbirds all around in Baja where I lived for several years...the tacos too! Now in miserable UK, hate the place, nothing to do except complain about the weather and rue misspent youth. I don't write a lot any more either it got old like everything. (me 75 Monday)

      Nice to see ya again Bob

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      Robert Elias Ballard 3 years ago from Zirconia, North Carolina

      Thanks Bob and wishing you a Happy Birthday. You have traveled and seen a lot. As for me, not so much however, I am happy and content. It has been said, there is no place like home and mine is in a little spot here in the Blue Ridge Mountains.

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      Tom Whitworth 3 years ago from Moundsville, WV

      Great story Robert. I guess there will be no "dirty birds" in your yard.

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      Robert Elias Ballard 3 years ago from Zirconia, North Carolina

      LOL Tom-hope everything is well in Moundsville!!!

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      Eiddwen 3 years ago from Wales

      A wonderful story ;thanks so much for sharing. Enjoy your day my friend.


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      Debra Allen 3 years ago from West By God

      We have a couple of hummingbirds come to drink the nectar that I make for them too. The ones that I have will come right up to my face or tap on my windows when they come up for the warmer months. Last year one followed me all around and it was early too. I filled my feeder up yesterday and have not seen one yet. They will come soon enough.

      I once had a bat that got stuck in our house for a little while too as we also have vaulted ceilings. We did get it out and let it go and it flew right into a tree. We thought something was wrong with it and yep there was but he survived and someone made it back to his home.

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      samsons1 3 years ago

      Hey Fiddleman, found my way back to HubPages the other day and was wondering about you. So good to see and hear you are still writing those good 'yarns' about the simple life of those that love the mountains...;)

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      Robert Elias Ballard 3 years ago from Zirconia, North Carolina

      Hello Eiddwen, thank you for stopping by to read and comment. Bet wishes to you, you are a busy girl.

      Hi Lady Guinevere: So happy to see you again and thanks for your comments. So far we haven't had a bat for which i am truly thankful. Best wishes to you!!!

      Sampsons1, hey good buddy, hope all is well in Johnson City and you are kicking high. Thanks for stopping in to read and comment.

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