It spent the moonlit night in a cardboard box, where it didn't want to be — who would? — scratching at times to get out, but responding always to a soothing voice: don't struggle. Words we all can live by.
This morning it's enroute to the Humane Society, which is a long ways from Wainiha, where it was found, but they don't put out the little aid boxes at the fire stations until September.
Hopefully it will be released soon, so it can do its part in hatching a chick this season. At least it's alive, with no visible injuries, unlike all the other A'o I've found over the years.