I really did it yesterday.
Jack Crow wasn't eating and I was worried he would die.  It was warmer than usual, I told Daine I wanted to take the bird outside to a woodsy place and let him get some exercise. I thought it would stimulate his appetite. Daine said it sounded like a terrible idea and that I don't realize how fast the bird can run.
He did as I asked anyway. We locked up the dogs and cats and carried Jack Crow outside.
Jack did take off running full speed and launched himself into some scrub trees overlooking the creek, which I might add is high and swift this time of year.
I decided if I tried to fetch him he would fall into the creek and only having one wing would be detrimental to his survival. His wing fell off while he was walking so I know absolutely without question it will never heal.
So not really having any options I decided to let him hangout in the scrub and I would check on him periodically. Daine just shook his head and we went back inside.
I checked on Jack every thirty minutes. He was still sitting in the bush. About 2 hours into his excursion the weather began to change and I wanted to get the bird and bring him inside.
I went outside and my ingenious bird dog had snuck out behind me. Sherman did his job and flushed out the bird. The bird took off and sherman chased it to the creek.
 I'm yelling Sherman! In my fiercest voice, of course Sherman is ignoring me, he is delighted to be chasing a bird.
I couldn't see where Jack had went, and Sherman ran up the bank and crossed the bridge to see if the bird was floating down stream. Sherman stared at the water for quite a few minutes and so I was sure the crow had come to an untimely demise, and it was all my fault.
I couldn't accept that, so I checked the banks of the creek and the area I had last seen Jack.
I made a shelter of a tote full of straw near his last place and hoped he could get to it if he was still alive. I went outside every thirty minutes and searched. Then... I saw him, he was clinging to the bank where Sherman had chased him and he must not have gone into the water. Sherman ran up the bank and through the woods and grabbed the crow by the head and picked him up. I yelled "Drop It!" The only command Sherman obeys. I noticed Jack moved so I called my bird dog and ran into the house to locate my teenager. Daine sighed heavily, put on his boots and climbed down the side the hill toward the creek with a African woven basket in hand. He picked up Jack Crow and put him in the basket and climbed slipping and sliding up the steep icy bank. I kept thinking this is not going to end well. But somehow we got the bird home safely and no one ended up in the creek. Jack clung to my glove and would not let go. Daine gently pride each claw and put him in the bird cage, since then Jack has been eating like a pig.
Happy ending and thank God for teenage boys.