I think I have a special connection with birds. Why or how I can't explain yet. I am drawn to them, and I think they are drawn to me. As a child and throughout my life I've almost always had a pet bird, a parakeet.
Last year a raven came in our back yard. I am sure that it was someone's pet because it was so friendly and stood on my arm. We spent a whole afternoon together.
A few days ago our cat brought in a baby sparrow. So OK this bird didn't willingly come to me, but I was there to rescue it. It was after midnight when the cat brought in the bird. I had just gone to bed after working till midnight. I heard my husband calling me and chasing the cat. I ran downstairs and the little bird fluttered, trying to hide. I picked it up and nested it in my hands. It calmed down quickly. I checked it out to see if it was hurt. There were no visible wounds or blood.
I decided to keep it overnight and placed it in a box, with a little towel to keep it warm and cozy. I kept the box in my craft room with the door closed, away from harm.
In the morning it was still alive. I knew I couldn't keep it and raise it. I try to feed it, it wouldn't eat. So I placed it in a little bird house I've had for a long time. It was made of a small gourd and the baby sparrow fit in just right. I took it out and tied it up to a tree where I have another bird feeder. It took several hours for the baby sparrow to get the courage to get out of the nest, but it did. It perched itself on a near by branch. It sat there silently for another couple hours and then it was gone. I hope it found its flock.
This picture my husband took of the sparrow in my hands.