There was a baby bird on my stoop. It wasn’t moving. The internet told me not to move it, as they are often in shock from hitting something or falling. It was blinking its eye, so it was alive. After a few minutes it got up, chirped and began hopping around.
It hopped to the edge of the stoop, spread its wings and stepped off. Even though it flapped as hard as it could, the baby bird went straight down. It walked under the fence into the backyard.
