I was able to pick it up, and I checked it over. Didn't look injured, but wasn't particularly interested in getting out of my Warm Glove Hands right away. So there I am, petting a sparrow on the head with my thumb, trying to figure out whether or not I was going to be going to work or be a wildlife nurse (or mortician). Fortunately, it sort of startled to alertness, and when I put it close to a branch in the shrubs, it hopped out of my hand and perched on the branch.