Yesterday, I saved a baby Robin. Birds don't trust people. But babies just don't know better.
I think it was a he because he jumped. Jumped and fell from about fifteen feet.
I saw a fully grown red bellied Robin only minutes earlier. He has a worm in his beak. I helped the lil guy get back up to the area from which he jumped and seconds later he was fed a worm, ruffled his not quite flight ready feathers and looked out on the world from his 15 foot high perch, rebuilding his pride and preparing for his next jump.
I silently went back to work with a smile on my face.