I was shoveling snow at work and heard a little tap on the glass door near where I had tools stationed. I didn't think much of it aside from fluctuations from the sharp drop in temperature until I saw this little one just sitting on the ground when I went to shovel the other side. I put my hand down, and after seeing she wasn't trying to escape, gently guided her onto my hand. After taking the picture for this post, I held the little one close to my chest in an area away from the wind - thinking maybe warming up could help her regain senses faster. We also have a lot of hungry seagulls scoping the area, so I wanted to protect the little nugget from becoming a snack until she was ready to go. After she started being more mobile, I walked out to an open area with a few trees and waited for the little one to fly off with an outstretched arm - which only took a couple minutes before fluttering to a nearby branch.

It's such a special moment for me, and I teared up a bit when she took off.