I'll bet you thought I was talking about me, didn't you?
A couple of days ago I went out on the back porch where I found this poor critter.
He was just hanging there. His wing had slid down and gotten pinched between the siding and the corner piece. I thought he was dead at first.
Then Sissy got a closer look and found him to be alive. She got a stick and I coached her from far away how to slide his wing up the siding until it was no longer stuck.
I wasn't sure if he would be ok or if his wing was broken. He sure was feisty!
Sissy let him grab onto the stick and put him out in a tree. By the time she got him out there, he seemed like he'd be fine.