There was a little hummingbird in my neighborhood that usually perched on my windowsill.
I enjoyed hearing her sing, but I hadn’t seen the little hummingbird for several days.
About a week ago, a bad storm came through and blew all the worms away. I felt sorry for the little hummingbird. She must be hungry and flew somewhere else to find worms, I thought to myself.
Then one beautiful sunny morning the little hummingbird reappeared on my windowsill.
