I visited a man's pigeon loft in 2000 & saw 2 babies in a nest bowl. 1 was being fed, fat & happy, while the 2nd was very thin, pale & not being fed by the parents. The man said it'll probably die. I felt so sad upon hearing that, so I asked if I could have the baby, since I had run a parrot rescue for years, maybe I could save it. He said sure, but it probably won't make it. It was January & very ice cold outside. The baby felt so cold when I scooped him up & he barely moved, he was so weak & what worried me...the bird was kinda stiff. The man said that bird is already half dead. I don't have much in the way of body fat, but that little bird fit nicely right down inside my shirt, his little feet using my bra to stand up, nestled right down, snug inside my warm turtleneck (looser neck almost a cowl). He hung out with his little head & beak peeking out of the sweater, underneath of my chin. I drove like that all the way home with the heater on full blast. As he started to warm up, he stood on his tippy toes inside my shirt & looked up at me, I smiled, he saw my lips move & immediately tried to get his beak into my mouth, I guess he thought I was going to regurgitate some food into him.
If you've ever had a baby bird unexpectedly try to shove it's beak into your mouth, you know the reaction, makes ya laugh, then by laughing they try to push the beak into your mouth even more...so you have to keep your mouth shut, but you're laughing...it is hilarious. Got him home & fed with warm baby bird food & raised him up. He was a wonderful, dearly loved bird! My sweet Pidge, he would fly around outside then fly right to me when I called for him. I ended up building a pigeon loft & getting plenty of pigeons, but Pidge considered the house his own private loft, so he spent most of his time with me when I was home. He was a gorgeous black muted check with white splash throat & some white splash feathers on back of his head & white flight feathers on his wings. He actually resembled GI Joe, the original GI Joe...the WWll hero pigeon. Anyway...sorry I'm off on another tangent 
. But yeah, the moral of the story...never underestimate the beneficial warmth of your own body in an emergency. 
I feel for ya. Most things are in miniscule print nowadays. Or is it my eyes getting older? I have to take a photo of stuff with my phone then enlarge it, to be able to read everything clearly. Crazy isn't it!
