fallen

For a while it was silent... no sounds of screaming...
the flycatcher had to restore himself from the fall he had made, confused.

He started hip-hopping a little, tried to get up in a rose, but then back to the ground...

I hesited for a while what to do, and after he came down again,
I knew he had little chance to get on the wings, from so low position.
I picked him up...
and put him back in the vine on a branch again.