I'm a little bit cross at Morgan right now. I just went outside to let him in and had to rescue this poor little baby birdy from him. I wont traumatise you with the details, suffice it to say I was quite upset and I don't know if the bird will live. I have put the little thing in the front yard to have some recovery time away from the vicious black monster.
My grandma told me once, when I was little and we had found baby birds that had fallen from their nest "if they smell like you their mummies wont be able to know who they are - they have to smell like their mummy so don't touch them". But I had to touch this one right away so I hope that he's big enough and strong enough to not need his mummy anymore... Especially since I did hold onto him just a tiny bit longer to take his photo...
Get better baby bird!
UPDATE: 4 hours later. I have just been outside with the torch and can't find the birdy anywhere. He's certainly not where I left him... I choose to believe he got better and flew away.
And he lived happily ever after. The End.