Baby Bird

I just held a baby bird in my hand. I felt his tiny, soft feathers against my cheek. He didn't seem too terrified, but that mybe because he's tired. First of all, there is the distinct possibility that it is a she. i don't know why I assume. I'm not that great at sexing birds. Secondly, I don't know how long he has been in the house. I got home around 8 or so. I found him at 9:45. And birds don't do much after dark. So has he been here all day??? I only found him because Paxton was riveted to the mirror on the dresser, which he has never fancied before. Low and behold there was the bird. I was easily able to pick him up and take him outside. I considered feeding him, which I got schooled at in chicago when I bird-sat a baby Robin. Just as I was about to go in and get the cat food to feed him (yes, cat food) he flew to the empty house next door. I think he was aiming for the tree, but flew just shy of it. I heard a thud which I assume was him landing on the tin shed. I hope. Well, good news is that there is nothing next door and he can clearly fly to his next destination. I only hope he is able to feed himself since he may have not eaten all day. Poor kid. I wish I had been able to feed him first.