After Bruce got up we opened the door, but could barely squeeze through to get out because of where he was positioned. I blew gently on him and he opened up his wings, so I took a picture. Unfortunately there were a lot of reflections, as would be expected, and now with his wings spread I could barely get through the opening of the glass door to get back inside, and there was no way that Bruce would make it. I took a twig and carefully got him to transfer to it and took him over to the rail, where I was able to get this beauty shot.
I showed the picture of this moth to my sister, Virginia, while we were at Bead & Button and she informed me that he is not a Hawk Moth, he is a Silk Moth. They can't actually eat and only live long enough to mate, so that is why he was looking a little the worse for wear.