On Sunday my daughter screams at me “there’s a bird out here” I could only think – that’s where it’s supposed to be. However it turns out a Starling had got it’s feet tangles in some ‘crap’ (there’s no other word for it as it was a collection of rubbish) and couldn’t fly.
Cutting a long story short I picked up the little fella (that’s the short version) and got the crap cut off his feet.
He decided to nip my finger for the entire time (as you can see here) but it was pretty cool helping out yet another little creature. As soon as it was cut off we let him go and he hobbled off rather than flew off – but hey. Hopefully now he’s flapping about with his mates.