Sit on my finger
As light as any feather
Tiny green wild thing
I walked into my lounge the other day and heard a fluttering sound coming from the window. On investigating I found a tiny trapped male Lesser Double-Collared Sunbird, desperately trying to get out of the closed window.
There was no time to take any good photos, as he was clearly distressed and I was worried he would harm himself.
Just approaching him to try to open the window freaked him out even more and the frantic flapping of wings increased.
Very slowly I reached past him and opened the window as much as it would open; which was not a lot. This window is never opened and was very hard to move.
I thought he would simply fly away, but he was too confused and still kept bashing against the window pane.
I tried to guide him gently towards the open part, but he panicked even more.
Finally, I cupped my hands around him very carefully and edged him towards the opening. He stopped struggling immediately and was perfectly calm in my hands.
I opened my hands to let him fly away, but he hopped onto my finger instead and sat there quite happily.
This was a wild bird! I felt blessed by his trust.
In the end I put my whole hand out of the window, with the tiny Sunbird still perched on my finger.
Finally he realised he was free to go and flew straight up into the Poinsettia tree. He sat there for a few minutes to get his bearings and recover from his ordeal. Then he flew off to be about his business.
This is the second time we’ve had a Sunbird in the house. The previous time I also had to scoop the poor bird up in my hands and take him outside and place him on the honeysuckle bush. (This is the first photo)