This hummingbird got my attention, but why?

One morning, as I entered the living room of my old house to continue working on the remodeling I was doing, a hummingbird flew in with me.  I opened two doors wide open so that he might fly back out.  He did not.  He kept flying between two dropped girders that I had installed underneath the upstairs bedroom.  From the living room they appeared as two beams.  I was intending to install an electrical wire running inside these beams in case I ever needed it.  I had previously run the wire up from the crawl space below into the walls where the posts were that supported the beams.  I had not yet installed it inside the beams, though I had allowed space for it.  I had driven a couple 16 penny nails into the side of the beams and the wire was hanging along side the beams secured to the nails.  The hummingbird flew back and forth between these two beams.  I tried to herd him toward the door but he just kept flying back and forth between these two beams.  He finally perched on the wire hanging alongside the northernmost beam. 

The thought occurred to me that he might be sick.  Maybe this bird needed something from me.  I remembered all the different psychics over the years who had said that I was a healer. I thought what the heck, I’ll see if I can help him.  I raised my two hands to surround him as he sat on the wire, expecting at any minute he would fly away.  He did not.  He just sat right there on the wire and let me hold my hands on either side of him as I said a prayer that if there was anything that could come through me to help him please allow it.  He just sat there.  I was amazed.  I didn’t believe it.  Then suddenly the thought occurred to me to pet him.  I reached up with my left hand and with my forefinger stroked him gently on the top of his head.  He just sat there and let me pet him, making this little high pitched squeaking or chirping sound.  I lowered my hand in amazement. 

I couldn’t believe what had just happened.  The hummingbird again began flying back and forth between the two dropped girders I had added.  It occurred to me that this bird must be trying to tell me something.  I went upstairs and searched all around to see if there were any wires or anything that might be overheating or anything at all amiss that I could find that might warrant this birds warning.  I never could figure out just what that bird was trying to tell me.  I know it was important, because it’s not everyday that a wild bird will sit still and let you pet it. I found the entire episode amazing and confusing.  In fact, I still do to this day.