 Sounds dumb, I know, but that's what I said. Hi, little bird. And he didn't budge. But I could see he was alive. Jim, I reached down and I petted the bird. I petted the bird. And he just looked up at me. And I finally carried him over to another area. I thought I'd put him near one of our bushes. And eventually, I sat there and watched. There was nothing wrong with this bird. He flew away. But why would a wild bird allow you to come up and pet him?