"The bird fly home to get better?"

NJ pointed out the window and looked scared and concerned. I was worried about what I'd see when I looked out. He said, "Look Mama, I think there's a bird there or something." Laying right outside was a little green hummingbird. I see at least two or three everyday in our backyard. Poor thing was breathing hard, but otherwise totally still. I told him that the hummingbird is hurt and is stopping to rest. He said, "He's hurt? He's going to rest and feel better?" I was hoping the poor bird would be ok and not end up staying there once it got dark because who knows what might happen to it. Finally after a while the bird mustered up enough strength to fly away, barely. I told NJ he flew home so his mommy could take care of him and he can heal better at home. NJ with a whiney voice said, "I'm sad. The bird will get better at home? His mommy will take care of him?" I thought it was so sweet that he would be that concerned over the little hummingbird.