This special visitor appeared in my eye's angle. When I looked upward, he struggled to try flying out of my window. As exhausted as he was, it was easy to get him on my hand outside in our front yard. He did not attempt to fly away – just as little as he seemed to be afraid of me. Then I waited– he took his time, his tiny feet tightly enclosing my finger. Suddenly he started calling very loudly for his mother and she answered from the weeping willow. He seemed not having much experience in flying, so I stood up and went some steps towards the old tree. One or two wing beats and my little friend reached the tree trunk overgrown with climbing ivy. Goodbye beautiful creature.