I went into my back yard and there was a Blue Jay laying on the ground flapping around and generally helpless.
It turned out to be David Wells. He had fallen out of an Uber when he was reaching for another beer and landed on my lawn.
I managed to get him on his feet. He circled around and then moved off down the street. He was scheduled to sign autographs in a Comic book store on Merrick Road.
My good deed for the day.