Drama

I think this is a juvenile sparrow and when I came home I found it on my doorstep, where I nearly stood on it.  It couldn't fly very well so eventually I lifted it on to this bush in the garden, but the wee thing would not cooperate and ended up on the ground hiding under the bush.  I was not happy leaving it there but I didn't know what else to do, and so I went inside.  I looked out of the kitchen window and there was next door's cat in the vicinity of the bush, so I ran out and shooed it away, but there is no sign of the chick.  Life and death in the garden.