Morning

We spent all morning trying to save the 3rd baby hummingbird, which our adolescent male cat managed to not kill. The other siblings died earlier before we had a chance to act. It doesn't matter sometimes how even if you pull the latter around and snuggle in a lid into a high plank and place the baby delicately on a perch can you change the course of a day. Because if a baby can't fly it will fall. And there is only so much you can do when searching inside a giant bush for a teeny tiny nest that may or may not exist there. Some days all you can do is try and then go lock up all the felines, go back into your office, close your door and know that what you did probably mattered zero.