'Tis the Season

...for fledglings to nearly get run over by the lawn mower.

Don't worry.  John rescued it and brought it to Millie, and Millie

 let Susie, who was worried for its health, hold it, and Susie,



 



together with Millie, put it in a cramped cage in order to observe it for injuries (a.k.a. maybe we can keep it), but when whistling didn't ease its trauma,

Millie let it perch on her finger instead,






from whence it flew to her shoulder, where it happily sat for a time while she stroked it.







We have a tolerable ending to this story.  Millie walked down the road to place it somewhere away from our Diana-huntress cat Fruity, and half a mile down the road, she noticed a mother bird chirping and watching her anxiously from a nearby tree.  She put the fledgling in the tree, and, voila, the mother bird joined it, and they flew onto the ground together. 


The End.