A sparrow flew in my bedroom window, here in the dorm. It was nervous and tried to avoid my catching it, but I did w/o too much effort. I gently held it in my hands as it tried to escape, actually showed it to someone (maybe Mom?) as I was taking it outside. There I released it, but it came back to me. I realized it wasn't in the right place, so I took it to the other side of the building where there was actual grass and bushes and stuff. I let it go into the grass and it burrowed itself under some leaves in a hole, hiding. Only its head stuck out. As Dad started talking to a friend of his, I started scratching the bird's head. It was a speckled brown color, except it had a shimmery blue-purple over part of its back, like mallards show on their wings when flying, and it was more like starling sized. I left it with the man scratching it and went back inside. I was at my kitchen sink when I saw something flying at the window - it smacked right into it, and I realized it was the bird. It was my familiar, and it wanted to get in and be with me. I quickly opened the window before it made its second attempt, and it got in successfully. I told it, it had to be sure to *tell* me when it was flying at a window so I could open it first.