Feathered Friend

Joseph went to bed the other night and heard a sound in his window well.  It scared him so he went to get Daddy.  A baby bird had fallen into the well and could not get out.  Richard got a towel and helped it out.  Later as I put Annalina to bed, we looked out and it was just sitting there on the lawn. I started to worry that it had died because it was not moving at all. I went out to check on it and it was as still as a statue.  I sat by it for a while. We figured the poor guy was just too tired to try hopping or flying away.  I was worried about cats getting to it, so I sat with it until it got up the energy to hop off.  We heard its momma nearby chirping to it.