2:12 PM, I text my wife - There's a hummingbird in the garage.
2:47 PM, she texts - Is it struggling?
3:27 PM I reply - It's okay now. It landed in my hands and rested while I brushed off the cobwebs from its wings & beak. We sat on the deck steps for about 5 minutes, then she flew away over the house and over the trees.
My wife asked, "Is it struggling?"
My God, who am I to deserve such a wonderful wife?