What does a baby bird rescue have to do with the Joy of Art? I guess I would just say that this relates to the art of living. And to see a tiny fragile living thing barely alive, and to rescue it and restore its vitality, well that is art of its own kind.
This little robin owes its life first to my cleaning lady who found it in the street fallen from its high nest, and then to my son who lovingly fed it and placed it in the tree on a bit of towel until its parents started feeding it again. In a few short days, it was able to flutter and fly and so very soon was gone from being close-up in our world....into the large world where we hear many birdsongs around us.