Reilly-dog would love this little one to death, and he seemed to be injured, or too young to fly, so we picked him up and put him in a safe place, on the fence. Or so we thought. Reilly threw herself against the fence, barking at the bird. So we carried him through the house to the front yard and placed him in a tree, where he happily hopped around. He eventually flew to the roof. Guess he wasn't a baby after all...or did we give him his first flying lessons?