A Sunbird in my hand is worth many in the bush.
I have been trying to capture a decent photograph of this little Sunbird for many years. All I had to show for my efforts were lots of photos of empty bushes and skies! (He was far too quick for me!)
Today he flew right into my lounge.
He is a Lesser Double-Collared Sunbird.
The first priority, of course, was getting rid of the wolf! So I shut Little Monkey in the kitchen. Then we could set about rescuing this lost little soul.
Panicked, he flew round the room, repeatedly bumping his head on the ceiling. Eventually, exhausted, he settled to rest on the burglar bars in a window.
We managed to carefully shoo him out of the side window, only to have him immediately fly right back in the door! He ended up on the floor by the security door, so I scooped him up very gently in my cupped hands.
He weighed nothing at all. (Well, according to google, 8 grammes!)
As I cradled the poor dazed bird in my hands, we silently regarded each other; he with bemusement and I with wonder.
What a treat!
Then I carried him outside and placed him on my honeysuckle bush. This is where I have seen him before, fleetingly. He was a bit clingy, but I scraped him off and left him sitting on a branch, still quite confused.
He remained there for a while, then shook his head and took off, gaining altitude and flying strongly towards the trees.
I hope the dent on his head was merely ruffled feathers and he recovered fully.