Pindi and Mindi were playing on the fence when Zoom flew up to them. He was panicked. “My baby son fell from the nest!” he chirped between gasps for breath. He’s sitting on a car. He’s too young to fly. Plus, I think his wing is broken. Help me!”
They looked at each other in horror and flew to the Crepe Myrtle Tree where Zoom had his nest. There, on top of the giants’ car parked below the tree sat Intrepid, Zoom’s baby boy. He was wedged between the windshield and the hood.
“I’m afraid,” he chirped. “I can’t get out.”
Pindi and Mindi hovered around the baby, calming him as much as they could.
“What should we do?” Mindi asked. “How can we get him back to the nest?”
“If his wing is broken, he needs a healer,” said Pindi. “We can’t put him back in the nest if he can’t fly.”
Mindi looked up. “Oh, No! Here comes the giant. He’s coming to get in his car.”
Pindi and Mindi both flew to the giant and shouted as loudly as they could. “Don’t get in the car! There’s a baby hummingbird on your hood. He’s injured.”
“What? There are two of you?” the giant asked shaking his head. “Am I seeing double?”
“We’re twins,” Pindi shouted. “Will you help us with the baby hummingbird?”
“Can you lift the baby without touching him with your hands and carry him to our healer?” asked Mindi.
The giant nodded. He opened the car door and took out a small towel. Spreading the towel on the windshield, he used a corner to nudge Intrepid onto the towel. Then he gently picked up the towel with Intrepid clinging to it.
“Bring him to our tree,” Pindi said. “Our healer will help with his wing.”
Zoom flew around and around the giant holding his baby. “It will be ok,” he chirped. “The giant is taking you to help.”
“What are you two up to now?” King Bran demanded when he saw his daughters followed by the giant and a frantic Zoom.
“Intrepid fell from the nest and injured his wing. We’re taking him to our healer,” Mindi explained.
Later that morning
“There, there little guy. You’re going to be fine. It will just take awhile for your wing to heal. You’ll be flying in no time,” the healer told Intrepid. “You’ll need to stay with us until you can use your wing again.”
“I want to go home!” chirped Intrepid.
“Listen to the healer, son,” scolded Zoom. “He knows what he’s talking about. I’ll visit you every day, and you can play with Pindi and Mindi while your wing heals.”
Pindi and Mindi took turns playing with Intrepid and feeding honey nectar. Intrepid loved honey nectar and swallowed greedily. He got stronger every day.
Four Weeks Later
“My wing itches,” Intrepid complained. “When will you take off this cast?” he asked the healer.
“Let me check to see how you are healing,” said the healer. “Hummingbirds heal fast.”
“Hmmm,” he said as he gently moved Intrepid’ swing. “I think we can take off this cast today. You will need to be careful with it for another week or two.”
“Hooray!” shouted Pindi, and Mindi. “We can teach you how to fly! Let’s practice. Flap your wings.”
Intrepid stood up straight and flapped his wings. He opened his beak and chirped in amazement when he lifted off the ground. “I’m flying!”
“Careful son,” Zoom cautioned. He had just flown over from the Crepe Myrtle Tree to check on Intrepid. “You’re really good at flying. Take it slow. Don’t get carried away.”
The friends practiced flying every day. After a week, Intrepid was flying up and down and frontwards and backwards, with Pindi and Mindi right next to him. “This is fun!” he chirped.
“Let’s fly to your nest and surprise your father,” Pindi suggested.
Off they flew, towards the front of the house where the Crepe Myrtle Tree grew. Zoom was flitting around the garden, sipping nectar for lunch. He looked up and saw Intrepid flying with Pindi and Mindi. “What?” he asked. “You flew all the way home? That’s amazing. You are a fantastic flyer.”
Zoom and Intrepid said goodbye to Pindi and Mindi and spent the afternoon sipping nectar. All was well again.