We rescued a baby Starling from a local cat a few years ago while on the way home from the pub, as is the way with these things we knew that the chances of it surviving a cat bite were slim. Sadly the Local Wildlife charities here were overwhelmed and would not help due to it being a busy bank holiday, so we tried our best to keep the little chap alive. It died a couple of days later, despite our trying to feed and water the little beauty.
Have you ever seen two big bikers crying over a tiny bird? Well our neighbours did.
A week or so later we were able to collect Alby our Barn Owl, a bird bred in captivity, sadly she had her wing broken by the breeder being out of date with breeding practices and using the wrong kind of breeding cage (and not by my dropping a welding hammer on her like I told some old ladies at Bike Night!). Alby is thriving now despite her disability (we found a Vet who would see exotic birds of prey who checked her out and told us to leave her wing alone because she was fine, but would never fly), but despite how lovely she is that little Starling was so precious and lovely.
My Cat wears a nice big bell to warn wild life of his approach and because of this, he has not been out murdering for a long time now, not that he actually moves much the lazy little swine. If he were a human being, he would be a the kind to sit all day in his pants watching Jeremy Kyle, ordering in Pizza and waiting for life to happen to him! Not in any way like me... Honest.
