My husband was washing dishes at the kitchen sink. I asked him if there was a hummingbird at the feeder in the garden just outside the window.
“Do you see one?”
“Yes. It’s here at my feet.”
A little bird sitting quietly.
I was worried he would step on it. I walked over and picked it up to take it outside. It was very still in my cupped hand. It jumped in my mouth before I could open the door. It jumped in my mouth even though my mouth was not open.