Try, try again.
I have an awful tendency to rescue things. Lizards, birds, humans... the most recent thing was a pair of baby crows. They're just old enough to be losing their baby feathers, so they look like they have mange. When I caught them, I held them with my bare hands, my parents looking on in distaste. "You shouldn't touch them".I put them together in a cheap birdcage with a towel, food, and water in the bottom; the bigger one was well enough to fly today. The smaller made an attempt and crash-landed. I picked him up again, petting his feathers, whispering, 'We'll try again tomorrow'.