I have it written on my forehead. It says "This is A Mug [TM], animals
welcomed"

When Waffles brings in an item of local wildlife, she announces it grandly,
"MMMOOOWWWZZ!" as if to say , "See what I, Waffles, the Mighty Huntress brings
for the dinner table!"

Not so Francis. When he brings in wildlife he announces it with the most
pathetic mewing, as if to say, "Oh err, what have I done? Am I in trouble? I
didn't mean it, honest."

Anyhow, this morning I hear the pathetic mewing of the reluctant hunter. I went
to investigate and Francis dult dropped a sparrow at my feet. It was looking
the worse for wear, so I popped it in the rescue box, thinking it was not going
to make it. The rescue box is an empty washing powder box with a clean sheet of
kitchen roll in the bottom of it. All expense spared, as you can see.

After an hour, I heard a lot of hopping about in the rescue box. Sparrow, it
seemed, had recovered. So I wandered outside with it and it hopped into a bush.
Fine.

This afternoon, in wanders a certain one-eyed black cat, announcing
"MMMOOOWWWZZ!" at the top of her feline lungs. Lo and behold - she'd brought in
the very same bird...

So figuring the bird needs a bit more TLC if it to have any chance of surviving
and the fact there is a nasty storm now brewing up outside, I've invested in a
bird cage...

So, Bobby Charlton (don't ask...) the sparrow is now in a proper bird cage,
complete with perches, seed, water...

Hopefully I can try to make sure it is rested, fed and watered over the next
couple of days and then let it go.

Any purrs for the survival of Bobby Charlton the sparrow will be much
appreciated.

Cheers, helen s

p.s. Any purrs to facilitate the catching of the shrew currently running around
the office floor will also be gratefully received.

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