I'm what's called a "foster carer". I'm attached to Wildlife Carers who pass on animals, of all sorts. Today I pick up a young Mudlark for release out here and an egg-eating red hen who'll be for the chop if I don't take her in.
I once met a Melbourne carer with a baby Brushtail Possum. The baby had been found, in it's dead mother's pouch, by workmen. The workmen had rung the carer who'd told them to, "Wrap the mother and baby together in something warm." When the carer arrived to pick up the baby, the dead mother Possum with baby well inside her pouch was carefuly wrapped in a woollen jumper with her head out. Such tenderness and respect.
Cheers, Joy