OK. Frankie caught a sparrow.
Since my patio door was open he brought it into my place. I couldn't catch Frankie, so he took it into my bedroom and then released it. It scampered under my heaters and then ducked into a hole in the wall that connects the heaters between my bedroom and living room. Frankie was freaking out. I was freaking out. I got a flashlight and was finally able to see where it had gone and it wasn't moving at all.
I lock Frankie out and have all my "tools" ready. I took apart my heaters, grabbed my flashlight and pliers, grabbed onto the little bird and started to pull it out. To my AMAZEMENT the little bird was actually still alive. He "ran" and "flew" out and then went under my bed. I can only imagine what my neighbors though if they could hear me screaming from time to time (scaring the bird just as much too!).
I finally was about to catch it in a Tupperware container. I wasn't sure if it would be able to fly but to my surprise when I took it out to the balcony it flew away!
So, way to go Frankie for being a good hunter and bringing me a present, but I hope that word gets around that my balcony is one to avoid from now on!