The tiny bird lay motionless on the ground Its wing appeared to be broken. The Mother bird hovered above rubbing her beak and head against her baby. I stood back, watching, not quite knowing what to do. I gathered a small box and filled it with grass. It was my intent to try and rescue the baby. Just when I started to get close, the little bird began to move and hopped upon its Mother's back and off they flew to the nest she had built