I found Harry in the back yard, on his back, stunned. He was obviously very young and had flown, probably in fright, when he really wasn't quite ready, and ran head on into a brick wall, literally. It took 2 weeks before he was fully recovered, but during that time, I left him on my verandah with my own birds, and his parents actually came in daily to visit. Finally, though he still couldn't fly well, I saw he was strong enough to go back into the nesting tree where a sibling was still perching. The reunion was magnificent to see after Harry climbed back up the tree with beak and claw, helped by flutters. Both babies took off eventually and hopefully, both made it.