A bird in the hand

Yesterday a little bird flew into the patio door which is not an unusual occurrence, but this one hit really hard. When he hadn't moved for at least 5 minutes, I decided I'd better dispose of the body. When I reached for him, his eye blinked. Thinking that he may be in shock, I cupped him in my hands to keep him warm. I think he really liked that, because after he had apparently recovered, he didn't want to leave.