My plan was to just gather up the struggling bird and set it down on the other side of the fence, beyond the reach of my dogs. But the little birdie could fly just enough to make me look REALLY stupid. Remember that scene when Rocky tried to catch the chicken? Yeah, like that, except this time of year that part of my backyard is a mudbog with an occasional doglog. Pretty tricky to catch a little birdie in those conditions. But I did manage to usher him to a gap in the fence, which he escaped through. He'll probably end up as kitteh chow, but hey, I tried.
Then I arrived at job #2 and my
If the Boy Scouts are right, I'm supposed to have done more than 14,000 good deeds by now. I have some catching up to do. But at least this one day, I ran a budget surplus.