Hee hee hee // wonderful stories all. Thanks Rick; and Hurrah the Heather! Up Duckboots!!

I once liberated a Bat from the Basement. Dunno how the hell he got in; but I got him out. Garlic, y'know. / Nonono...the hatchway door...once opened, he made for it like a bat out of heck...

Another time, another house, a starling (grackle?) got in and scared the shite out of the parakeet, such that she knocked the water-dish off of the cage & somehow emerged through the wires (The Hen Behind the Wire?) with the door still closed. Which was probably not all that smart a tactic, under the circumstances; but both avians survived...we have the starling's esacpe through a window on videotape.

Rescued a severely-injured cat from the road; with Vet's help (services donated in part) nursed him back to health, in gratitude for which he used to bite my nose while I was napping on the couch. We found him a nice home with my wife's hairdresser.

When he was little our son crafted & planted a sign by the street at front of our yard, commanding passersby as follows (verbatim):
"Feed the Birds. They need Food. Peep."