Sparrow rescue.

So we were walking my dog today by a playground near our apartment, and we spotted a baby sparrow who, while evidently sort of able to fly looked, well, kind of stuck and lost.

My wife, who is apparently genetically unable to leave any animal alone (don't even ask about the stray dogs she tried to keep from fighting each other on our honeymoon), first gave the thing some water out of a bottle cap, and well, to make a long story short, we now have a sparrow sleeping amidst a plant in our living room.

The plan is to bring the sparrow to the vet tomorrow, who will make sure the sparrow is OK and then release it back into the wilds of the meatpacking district. Evidently this particular vet is used to this -- my wife has previously brought an injured baby pigeon (yes, a pigeon) there, and the vet took it in.

We have named the sparrow Norbert.