Dang, maybe I should do a follow-up post, or edit this one.
MINUTES AFTER I POSTED THIS ONE, a crash at the screen door got me to lookL Lying on its back, little feet waving, an injured pine warbler (or magnolia warbler) gasped for air. I let it be. Minutes passed. It rolled to its feet and sat around a bit longer, despite Bobi the Bad keeping watch. The bird looked right at me, I swear, as if to let me know it knew I was watching over ..... finally, off it flew. Bobi whined and complained, of course.