The little thing was so pathetic - scared and weak; John and I, of course, fell completely and hopelessly in love with it.
She told me to soften dog food in water, and give it tiny bites every 30 minutes until night. (every 30 minutes?!!) OK, it was a bluebird, so every 30 minutes it was. We made it a nice bed in a box and kept it in the closet, with the door cracked so we could hear it. By the morning, it would open its mouth up and cry when I would open the door. We were completely enthralled.
It made it through the night, with tiny feedings of its dog food baby cereal...and I thought I was done with midnight feedings long ago. It was swallowing well, and its legs were much stronger.