There she found this little guy. He had fallen out of his nest, or jumped, we aren't sure which. My daughter picked him up, gently dried him off, while Scarlett supervised. During this process, the scared baby heard his parents calling for him, and started fluttering and moving in excitement. So my daughter put him down, and his parents quickly joined him. They all hopped off together under the fence, and that was the last we saw of the little family.
But I have to say, I'm impressed with Scarlett's "rescue" skills. What a good collie!