Fledgling

Today, while going outside to throw some bread crust into the forest, I saw a peculiar shape on the ground.  Of course I (being the curious type) went over to investigate.  To my surprise it was a tiny fledgling on the ground.  It was starting to rain, and I didn't want a cat to get to it, so I placed it in a shoebox and took it inside.  After a while of thinking: "What am I going to do with this bird?"  My dad said that it would probably be best to just let it outside and let nature take its course.  He's right after all; the bird surely didn't like being shoebox in a house with cats.  Taking the bird outside and releasing it was when I remembered reading that even when a fledgling falls from the nest, the parents still care for it.  I did leave the shoe box propped over it incase it started to rain again (the rain had stopped at this point but the clouds were still dark).  An hour later I went outside to check on it, and it was gone.  I'm not sure if it found its way back to the nest, wondered off or was eaten by one of the cats, but whatever happened it was for the best and was meant to.  It may be a sad thought to think the cats might have eaten it, but in the ever-wise words of Disney's Lion King: "It's the circle of life."