Dee Dee Recovering

when I was getting out of my truck after returning from my coffee run yesterday I heard a small 'thunk' and then saw this little guy laying on the ground - evidently he had been doing one of his mad dashes across the yard and just as he approached I opened the truck door in front of his flight path.  He looked done in but I quickly picked him up and held him in my bare hand so the cold would not finish him off.  After about ten minutes in my hand in the warm house he started to move and quiver in my grasp so I took him out and sat him on the wood by the door.  He immediately flew up into the porch overhang.  I snapped this photo just before he flew (merrily I hope) away.