The most hilarious thing happened today. I don't know what it is about me and hummingbirds but this is turning into a book.
Right after lunch, another hummingbird flew through the french doors into the house. This time, instead of turning around and trying to get out the way it came, it flew up to the loft window. This window can't be reached without a ladder, but the loft balcony rail is about 4 feet away. I thought if I could just get something that would reach, I could help the desperate little creature escape before it exhausted itself flapping against the glass.
Now, a little back story. When my brother first looked at the house, he noticed a very large eyehook above the bed. The owner gave a bit of a wink about it, but we didn't find out the whole story until after the deal had closed. Turns out that he was into kink, and the last somewhat drunken evening Rob and I got to see the whole show. (Well, not quite, apparently his girlfriend had taken all the really good stuff home with her.) Harnesses, whips, I'm not kidding!! It's at times like that you find out just how vanilla you really are!
Anyways, the owner left some of the, uh, apparatus, behind. Back to the poor little trapped hummingbird. I grabbed the first thing that came to hand, let's call it a switch, black leather, about 4 feet long with a little tassel on the end. Leaning over the balcony, I was able to slide the end of the switch under the bird and it grabbed on with its tiny claws. A few tries and, hurrah, I was able to transfer the bird out an open window.
I was strangely elated! And it felt like the switch may have had its moment of redemption as well...