Late this afternoon, I was sitting on the sofa reading a book and WHAM, a bird hit our large front window.  I rushed to see outside and lying on the brick was this little bird.
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| He was stunned and breathing heavily. | 
I cooed and gently pet him to try and calm the poor thing down.  
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| You can see the tiny spot of blood under his beak area. | 
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| I carefully picked him up. | 
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| And held him.  His right foot seemed a little off kilter. | 
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| My precious and darling friend. | 
I walked across the street with him still perched on my finger to show our neighbors, Richard and Sharon.  They suggested that I put him in a box with some holes and a little water for him.  We were planning on going to see The Artist, so I did just that and left him inside a box while we were out for a couple hours.  When I came home, the first thing I did was check on him.  I took him outside, slowly tipped the box and he flew up into our nearby tree, but not so high that I couldn't reach up and pet him.  Which I did.
I'm going to go outside now and see if he's still there.  Update:  He made it through the night safely and flew off in the morning.
 
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