Bird of paradise

In among the rocks we come across a tiny chick seemingly trapped between the stones. We stand around in pity and at first attempt to free it. But instead of being trapped we wonder if if it's in fact just a baby hiding and waiting for it's mother. We leave it alone accepting we don't have the knowledge to decide and whatever the case nature will do its job either in bringing back it's mother or in providing a small meal for a hungry carnivore. Who are we to know better?