We had the french door open because it was such a beautiful day outside after the rain storm in San Diego. A baby bird flew in and got confused on how to get out.
Stan helped it outside and the bird was very comfortable with him holding it.
It seemed to be a baby and it's feathers were so pretty.
Stan held it for the longest time and it wasn't afraid of us at all.
Then all of a sudden it flew to a nearby tree and seemed to say goodbye to us. A neat moment...
