He landed.
Erwin is watching from the captain’s chair.
Here he is en route to Michael’s finger, with Michael concentrating so that he doesn’t scare his new friend. I didn’t receive pictures of him perched on the finger, but Michael tells me that the sparrow hopped down, climbed on, and sat there, unwilling to leave until Michael tried to pass him on to Erwin.
As you can see, they’re in the middle of the Caribbean. The poor bird needed a rest!
