The cat's running across the lawn, mouth bristling with feathers, she's caught a newly fledged robin and I bend down to take it from her, check it to see if it's all right, still alive, the cat looks sheepish as if to try and tell me she found it hurt and was bringing it to me, she looks indifferent to it, the parents have followed along and are squawking from nearby trees.
It appears to be all right and I settle it in my palms, smooth the feathers, it's unable to fly, the cat disinterestedly, innocently watches from the front step.
Now what?
I take the shrine to the beloved Fatima bird feeder and prop it head height in a nearby tree. I settle the fledgling in it, here he (she) should be safe, hopefully the parents can handle the rest. The cat, she's staying in the rest of the day.
By the next morning the robin was gone.