It was freezing outside. I watched some TV and then thought about going to bed. I decided to see if the little bird was still where I had left it. It was. Not really knowing what I would do, I picked it up and bought it inside. It seemed okay - sort of. It found a spot on my windowsill, tucked its head in and, out of the wind and cold, seemed to rest.
I watched some more TV and went back to check on the bird. Still resting. Now it really was time to go to bed. What was I going to do with this bird? I couldn't leave it to roost on the windowsill all night. I found a showbox and put a shallow dish of water inside with a little pile of black niger seed. With some expected protest, I collected the little goldfinch and put it inside the box, turned out the light and went to bed.
The next morning I opened the shoebox lid and the bird was looking up at me. I picked it up and carried it to the back door. I opened my hand and the bird flew away low.
I hope it was only cold and worn out by the wind of the previous day and will be okay.