On a usual hot and sunny day, I was sitting on the couch in my home when all of a sudden I heard a, "BAM". Naturally I got up and tried to find the source of the loud noise earlier. I weaved in between the couches and walked up to the glass screen door that leads out into the outside world. When I looked down I saw a baby bird who had most likely flown into the door, on the ground. I felt sorry and apologetic to the creature, considering my fist was probably bigger than it was. So I crouched down and laid on the floor, looking at it up close from the other side of the glass. I had assumed it was a boy and in the short timeframe of knowing him I named him Spot because of the spotted patterns on his feathers. I called my mom over so she could