This reminds me of a real event some 7 years ago. Our home in an eastern suburb of Melbourne is surrounded by a few low trees. I was taking a walk and lo a tiny birdie dropped from a tree on a patch of grass below! It was struggling and I noted that its mother was helpless looking from up the tree. I held it in my right palm--it was shivering but its body was warm and its eyes were still twinkling. I rushed home as I needed my wife to drive me to RSPCA as I couldn't drive (had not passed the stringent Aussie driving test).
The staff there were very helpful and promised the birdie would be well looked after. One of them said: We hope to find a keeper.
A thought struck me and I asked: Should we give it a name as I will be phoning RSPCA to make sure it it's OK?
It was April. After trying a few names, we agreed on APRIL.
I rang up a month later and was told: April found a good home.