I finally heard back from the animal refuge where we had taken Fiadh–they’re understandably slammed with work and replying to people inquiring about one critter or another who was brought in must be super low priority–and there were three main elements to the news:
1) It’s a he, not a she (Fiadh still works as a name, mind you…)
2) He’s a sparrow, not a robin as we suspected.
3) He’s growing and doing very well and is hanging with fellow baby sparrows about his age.
That did my heart good. A little bird that would certainly have died if not for the efforts and determination of our friend and my daughter will grow to be a healthy adult and hopefully live as normal a life as sparrows can expect.
Mission accomplished.