In the park, we found a baby Dove. It was on the ground, at the foot of a huge tree. Around the other side of the tree were some adult Doves.
I walked over to the little thing, it ran away.
It was too small to fly.
I felt terrible for frightening it but hoped it would run to where the adults were. But no, it just ran around the tree. Oh to have been able to fly up into the branches of the tree and return the little thing to its nest.