I had taken in two baby robins a few summers ago. They were attacked by crows in their nests and fell out. I hand fed both of them, waking up several times a night to do so. One of them "Star" flew off as soon as he was old enough, but the other "Sprinkle" stayed with me about two months after she learned to fly. She would fly off and come back around dinner time. However one weekend I had to leave for college orientation and when I came back she had stopped coming around.

I still wonder how and where they are sometimes!
"She was not quite what you would call refined. She was not quite what you would call unrefined. She was the kind of person that keeps a parrot." - Mark Twain