Walked out to the van today to throw some junk in the back, when I noticed a neighbour's cat pawing at something on the pavement. Desperate chirps, flapping wings, perfect stillness until the cats paw lifted before more flailing wings and high pitched squawks. I had to act fast.
I do not like interfering in mother nature, cats will hunt birds, but this seemed different.
First of all, the cat wasn't putting the bird out of it's misery, it was toying with it.
Secondly, other, much larger cats were on the scene, as if they smell a prize.

On closer inspection, it looked like a young starling, plump and fiesty, but completely outgunned.
After shouting and hissing at the cat, it took no notice, I threw my keys at it, by now under the wheels of the van, it backed off, still watching.
As the bird tried to get away from me, desperately trying to bite my hand, bounding off towards the road in sheer panic, the cat made another attempt to grab it, my keys stopped it and it scuttled off to watch from a safe distance.

The bird was breathing heavily, out on it's feet, yet still had the presence to bound along, away from where ever I went to try and pick it up.
Through two front gardens until it finally tried again to fly, got a few inches off the ground then collapsed in a heap behind a neighbour's large garden tub.
I slid out the tub and tried to pick it up in my gloved hands, still it struggled, but it was no good, I closed its wings in my grip and gently took it back into my house, so that sprog2 could see a real live bird from a distance, then out into the greenhouse, where it may have a chance of some respite.

After yet more panic, it finally settled on the bottom shelf of my potting frame. Comfy enough in a medium sized plant pot holder, in one of the six sections.
My thinking was at least in the greenhouse, it would get a chance to rest.
I placed a lid of water at the side of it, then dug around in the soil for a fresh worm.
I left the worm wriggling on the side of the pot holder, right next to the bird, nothing!
Perfectly still and watching me, the bird would not even blink!

I figured that it must be terrified, totally exhausted, best thing I could do was to leave it in peace for a while, let it get it's bearings.
It could still flaps it's wings but hardly got off the ground. The greenhouse is not that safe, one of the top triangle panes of glass is missing, with a grapevine growing out of it, but it would be difficult for cats to get in there, as once in, almost impossible for them to get back out again.
I went back through the house to carry on putting the junk in the van.
About an hour went by, I nipped out to the greenhouse to check on our little friend, as two cats were circling around the greenhouse very interested on what was inside.
No bird was there, hope it hasn't fallen down the back of the potting shelves and pots and got stuck, I'd never get it out as the shelves are cast iron!
I took off some empty pots and turned to put them behind me, there, sat large as life on the edge of my plastic tool box was the sparrow, watching me in silence.

It wasn't the slightest bit interested in me at all. I approached it slowly and off it shot, into mild panic trying to get away, not a chance, far too weak to get to the top pane of glass and freedom.
I used a big plant pot to coax it back into the holder it was sat in before, it walked in and let me put it back!
I dug another worm up and again wasn't looked at, as soon as I turned my back the worm was gone. Eating is a good sign, but how many worms make a meal for a chubby young starling?
I guessed two was enough.
This time the bird was a bit calmer and it afforded me the odd blink, so I knew it was still with us.
I chased off two very interested strange cats (ours could not catch a cold!) and went back to my jobs.

Two hours later, going dark, I went back to see how we were getting on, again all was calm, but as I approached, it again tried to fly, more than a couple of feet off the ground was the best attempt. I guided it into the large plant pot again, opened the greenhouse door and tilted the pot for it to fly out, it tried but struggled, then just hopped a few feet and stood by the fence, completely out in the open. A couple of minutes went by, it made no attempt to move. Just sat there watching me.
I took a thin garden cane and gently stroked its back, still no movement.
I stroked it again with the cane and it's little eyes started closing... surely it wasn't nodding off?
It was! It was going to sleep!
As it was going dark and there are lots of cats pass through our garden, I knew I couldn't leave it in the open for the night, poor thing wouldn't stand a chance.
I used the cane to guide the bird back into the big plant pot, which it obliged and then put it back into the plant pot holder in the greenhouse. I thought it best to raise it up a shelf as the floor is draughty.
I nipped back into the house stripping up some old newspaper and took it to the greenhouse, where the bird has now not only climbed into the pot holder, but now had it's head tucked backwards, aka sleep mode.
I actually woke it up when a put some newspaper shreds around it in a nest shape.

My idea with the newspaper was that newspaper is insulating, keeps cold things cold and hot things hot?
With that I closed the door and went in.

Whether I've done the right thing and it survives the night, only time will tell. I may have left it in a trap for a very agile cat might manage to get in through the top missing pane of glass, but there are plenty of pots for the bird to stand behind and be out of reach of any cat, so it should have a chance.

The bird's wings are both working fine, just cannot get much height at the moment. The bird is eating ok, ala carte worms went down in no time. It has water to drink/wash right at the side of it.
I'm hoping a good sleep will give it some strength back and a bit of breathing space, ready for the challenge of finding its nest again tomorrow?
The ideal scenario is that it will wake up early doors tomorrow, fully refreshed and ready to go, it will fly up to the top of the greenhouse and away to freedom out of the missing pane.
It could be a chubby baby starling, the marking are not distinct, or it could be a chubby mother ready to lay eggs? It has adult sized claws, so who knows, who cares!

As long as it gets a fighting chance, that'll do for me.

UPDATE:
Got up early today and went down to see what was happening, feeding the bird more worms if needed.
Searched all around the greenhouse in case the bird has tried flying then landed anywhere, moved all the pots, etc, no sign of it.
Touch wood it has flown out and off!
Picked a bad day for it though, it's blowing a gale and raining here.