While I was taking pictures of flowers, Mudd managed to slip away from me. When I found him he was sniffing a fuzzy-something and refused to come to me when I called. I walked closer to the dog and saw what he was snuffling. It was a baby robin. The bird looked hot, it's been 100 + in Iowa with no end in sight. I picked robin up, took him out of the sun, and placed him under a shady evergreen shrub. I assume the bird is alive and doing well.