I went down stairs, opened the window, and took out the screen.
Ry got me two big serving spoons and I tried to catch It.. All the while it's making a terrible noise which alerts it's freakishly protective parents, they come and try to flap and get to us, don't they know I am trying to help. Somehow the little decided she is going to come on in.. So now I have this baby bird in our house with Ry and I screaming every time it gets near us. We expertly catch it in a toy bin with a purple dress-up over the top so it won't fly around and take it outside. I can't tell if it's relieved or upset that we interviened. All I know is that I am pretty sure it's never been to the backyard and it could be disoriented so I try to show it to the front or find its parents or have it chirp so they can find it.. Which they do. Job done.. They are out for blood... Sheesh!!
I hope it lives, I also hope they move out.