Random 4th of July Happy Bird Story

I think I saved the bird. In fairness, I think I'm the one who got it in trouble too. This afternoon, I went out into my yard and found a little wren (?) madly treading water in the bird bath. (I think the bowl I appropriated for a bird bath was too steep for it to get out.) I scooped it out with a trowel and set it down in the bushes. The poor little guy or girl was panting and shivering, and I was 90% certain it would die. I left it there, not having much else I could do. I came out a couple of hours to later expecting to find a dead bird, and it was gone. No sign of blood, feathers, or struggle, so I'm cautiously optimistic it rested up and flew off. I'd like to think that's today's happy story. I also put a stick in the bird bath so there's some means of escape.

Don't have much to say about the 4th, except I am grateful for free speech. Yes, the concept is getting a lot of abuse in the US right now, but I'm still grateful for it and all the related freedoms (religion, press--basically the whole First Amendment).