Today I found a little bird trapped in a house. It was weak and seemed half-dead already. Dad simply picked it up in his hand and we took it home. I prepared a cage for it, with newspaper at the bottom and branches with some leaves, and even a shallow dish of water and a piece of papaya. I covered most of the cage with a big blanket, so it wouldn't be too intimidated, and to calm it down a bit. We left it alone and tried not to disturb it. It was terrified at first but gave up because it was so weak, perched atop one of the branches near the top of the cage, and fell asleep. It must have died sometime in the middle of the night because in the morning the bird was dead.
:'(
