During my walk home from work, this little guy was looking quite dead on a cafe table on Main St. My guess is that he smacked into the salon window. I scooped him into my palm, then carried him to the gazebo garden behind the Historical Society a block away. If he was going to die, at least it would be in a peaceful place.
A few seconds after I took this video, his wings flitted to life, and he zipped to a branch above me. I wish you well, little guy!