There was a fledgling robin that got slightly injured in our backyard. Our kids adopted it and have been helping to take care of it. Its mother hovers near and she has been feeding it, but it doesn't seem to mind the kids making it a bed in part of the doll house and giving it flying lessons. At first I thought "oh boy, this is going to be a tragedy one way or another," but this has been going on for several days now and the bird seems to be doing really well.
They keep changing his name... every time I talk to one of the kids they're calling it something different. Tiger, Meep, Prince Mario, whatever his name is, he sure is bringing my kids a lot of joy.