The New Mission
Sauer managed to gently clasp his hand around it in time and stopped it from getting away. Its wing was clearly in no shape to fly and if it tried, there was every chance it could up injuring itself more, or worse.
Its yellow feathers were almost brown as it was still soaked with pond water. Something about its cute, innocent face made Sauer realize they had to help it. He decided to take it to the vet.