A dark, grey day, but warm.

I watched an injured sparrow spend nearly an hour on the feeder this morning, mostly sitting still, occasionally taking a few steps and eating a few seeds, and every so often standing at the edge of the platform, looking over, and clearly debating the advisability of stepping off. Eventually, after other birds began to crowd the feeder, it did step over the edge, and with very erratic and troubled flight made it to a tree out back.
Every creature has agency, and I am hoping this little being will make it through the night and be back a the feeder tomorrow morning.