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The next day, this little guy (or girl) still wasn't eating and wouldn't drink either, but in the afternoon, he was getting pretty hyper, so I brought him out and let him get some crawling excercise on the box/cage. He went to the top and tried to fly off, but didn't get up in the air. He just fell to the table and kept flapping for a few seconds. I picked him up with the gloves and held him over a carpet so he could try again without falling to a hard surface, but he still was not able to actually fly. He tried several times and after each time, he'd crawl towards me and get up on my glove so I could lift him up. Finally, he got tired and just went crawling on the floor, exploring. He was great about getting on my glove when I put it out for him to get on. After playing with him a bit, I'm pretty sure he's just old or ill, but not rabid.
That evening, he still wouldn't eat or drink and wasn't moving much when I picked him up, so I brought him inside the house and let him sit on my leg while we watched "Serenity" on DVD. He died before the movie ended, but without pain or discomfort. I guess it wasn't much of a "rescue," but at least he died here with me, rather than on the cold ground or eaten by a dog or cat.