Well, the poor little thing didn't make it, I had high hopes, but when he started going downhill last night... I figured he just wasn't going to make it. Falling over 20 feet on to one's head can't be very good.
My husband checked on him about midnight, and came in to tell me he thought the little bird "was gone." I got up and sure enough, he had gone to bird heaven....
This morning I wrapped him in a paper towel and buried him at the base of my Shasta Daisies. Poor little thing.
Matthew 10:29
Are not two sparrows sold for a copper coin? And not one of them falls to the ground apart from your Fathers will.