About 20 years ago, my boat and I were living in co-op marina. One night, just at dawn, a woodcock flew in, exhausted from crossing the bay. He plopped at my feet and, as I moved to see what he was, fluttered away about 50 feet, where he just lay there, recovering. A little while later, I saw one of the boatyard cats stalking in his direction. I firmly advised the cat to leave this one alone. After about an hour, he flew away.