This is Bird Note.

In Mexico City, 73-year-old Katia Latouf started a hummingbird hospital in her apartment.

I have now here almost six species. I have a small one like a bee. It makes z-it-doesn't fly like a hummingbird.

He's a Mexican.

The bumblebee hummingbirds?

Yeah.

Either flying across a bedroom to a large window or resting over the dry tree branches,

Katia carefully placed on the corners, there are more hummingbirds than most people have ever seen together.

Now I have 82, expecting one more.

Katya says people bring her mostly injured baby birds.

Larger animals attack them while they're vulnerable in their nests.

People find them, compassionate people, and they bring them to me.

So how did Katya, who once ran a French high fashion boutique, start caring for injured hummingbirds.

It began in 2012, after she survived cancer that was considered terminal.

She received her first injured hummingbird and named him Gucci.

Sometimes he was here and I was depressed.

He stayed on my shoulder, on my head.

No, Gucci. I don't want to play now.

Please leave me alone. And he used to stay in front of me, looking at me, like saying, pay attention to me. I didn't understand at the time until he dies nine months later, and it was a new life

written to me, because nine months is the symbol of a new life written to me,

because nine months is the symbol of a new life.

When you have a baby, it's nine months.

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