Sad story about a poorly bird.

Whilst locking the gates last night, Mr F found a little song thrush at his feet. We put it in a box on our covered patio, gave it a ramekin of water and didn’t expect it to be alive this morning, but it was!
It can’t fly but flaps around a bit, mostly though it just sits hunched. Mr F dug a worm up for it but the bird just sat on it, you can see it under the bird’s tail.
I don’t think the worm is too happy about sharing a box and has now hidden under a paper towel, meanwhile the bird is looking worse and worse, but is still alive.
Drizzly today, no hedging again.