Could be a baby Robin, a bit difficult to tell;
Robin
Thrush
As an aside, I spotted an adult male blackbird sitting in the verge as I rode home from a a pub visit yesterday evening.
It didn’t move when I went past, so I stopped and went back. It was breathing, but didn’t look happy, it’s feathers were roughed up, and there were other loose feathers lying around, so I assumed it had been clipped by a car. While I was wondering what to do about it, a girl walking her dog went past, looking across to see what I was looking at. I told her, so she offered to scoot home, get a box, and get her dad to phone the RSPCA. I waited until she came back, with the bird still sitting there, and tried to gently pick it up.
It didn’t like that much, and fluttered away, so I tried again, and it fluttered away again, then on my third attempt, it obviously had had enough, and took off like a rocket, making the ‘pink, pink’ alarm call, circled around and disappeared into the trees behind where it had been hit.
Made me jump, but damned glad it had been stunned, rather than injured. I couldn’t have just left it there, too many cars and cats around.
🙂