The Day of the Hummingbird

He comes in the garage and can't get out. In an effort to help, we wave and shout. He ignores the door, flies to the ceiling. Attempts to guide just send him reeling. A beautiful bird with deep ruby throat, complimented by green iridescent coat. Terror causes panic, he is in its clutch. It is obvious we aren't helping him much. All day he flies with nothing to eat, inside the garage in sweltering heat. We know, eventually, he will surely die. At the end of day, he can no longer fly. He finally gives up and falls to the floor and lies there panting near the open door. We are then able to end his grief. Poor helpless bird, what a relief. The children all bounce and clap with glee as we return him to a nearby tree. In our human frenzy, sometimes we gaze at the solution but fail to see. Often, our struggle with self will end, with a little help from a sympathetic friend.