Feather

Of course, if there's a sick animal, or a bird too young to fly, or anything of the sort, the girls will find it. This was a wee bird we found walking home one evening. The girls called him 'Feather', but I did warn them that he probably wouldn't urvive the night.
How wrong was that! Dawn the next morning, he woke us up chirping at the top of his voice.
Strangely, there was an empty nest in the apartment, so he had a place to chill. Inside a colander.
We took him to the Animal Rescue, who passed him on to the wife of the vet, as she likes to look after lost birds.