It was a sort of olive-drab color on top, a bit smaller than a robin. It was doing the my-wing-hurts dance, and one of its feet didn't seem to be doing too well either--it could hop, and by means of mad fluttering, get a little lift from branch to branch, but it was obviously not going to be flying.
I felt bad for it, but since I wasn't going to go clambering up a tree to catch it, not wanting a broken appendage myself, it presumably has by now met the fate that nature generally metes out to small birds with injured wings.
My attempts to identify it in a bird book have been largely foiled by the vast number of small brownish birds with white breasts, so I'm appealing to y'all's brilliance.
Oh, also, new art!
I don't know what it means, or why it's there, but it's acrylic 24 x 24 on canvas. I'm chalking it up to "Ursula's brain occasionally does these things..." and calling it good.