I reached out and it didn’t move. I took it in my hand with no problem. It didn’t try to avoid me. I could feel its small heart racing.
I carried it outside and opened my hand. It took off, reversed direction, and flew back into the bedroom and landed on the bed.
I went in and again it didn’t move as I went to pick it up. I carried it out again and this time put it in a planter, so it could rest.
Soon it flew out of the planter and only a short distance to the fence. I went to get my camera and took a few photos. I only posted this one.
While we watched it, there were two bigger birds on the roof watching. One flew down close to the little one and encouraged it to leave. It did. I hope it lives long enough to avoid all the cats in this neighborhood.