Driving home just before dusk I saw a small object ahead in my lane. The shape was rather triangular, and not moving, and it could have been a leaf, or paper, or a clod of dirt. Out of caution, I made sure my tires would miss as I passed over. I glanced in my rear view mirror and saw the object tumble in a certain way, and I thought: that might just be a bird. I was on a curvy mountain road and it was nearly half a mile before I could turn around. As I headed back, two vehicles passed me coming the other way, and now I was doubtful that if it was a bird, it would still be alive. I saw it though, now sitting in a more recognizable-as-a-bird posture, and I turned around again to block the lane to other cars. There. I put on my flashers and scooped up the tiny thing. It made no effort to get away but I also didn't see any blood. I popped back into my car and headed off.
I pulled into a church parking lot to safely inspect the little bird and now I could see it was a female Goldfinch. Aside from a few feathers sticking up on one wing she seemed only stunned, but birds go into shock so readily, and the temperature outside was frigid with gusting wind. I decided to head on home hoping the warmth of my car would revive her. She tried to fly a time or two without success, so I still felt she was injured more than she appeared.
Next morning she was perched on the back of one of the bucket seats. Hurray! She flew into the back window of my Subaru wagon, and kept fluttering there so I lifted the latch and she flew off into the big cedar tree near the shop. Have a good life little bird. Thanks for the happy ending.