Small bird but what a fighter

This morning I found an injured wren in the garden. I picked it up and brought it in and settled it on some soft fleece. It could scarcely hold it's little head up and each time it closed it's eyes I thought it was for the last time. I nursed it this way for about an hour and then made the decision to take it to the vet once it opened as I didn't know what else I could do for it. In the meantime I transferred it to a box and put it in a dark cupboard where I left it for an hour but checking up on it every few minutes. Vet opening time arrived and I got the little bird out. For some reason I took it outside into the garden again and took the lid off the box. The darling little thing sat up fully awake looked around and then flew straight and true up to the top of the trees, followed by a loud cheer from me.

Amazing to think that a little creature half dead in my hand a couple of hours earlier could make a recovery like that. What a little fighter.