rescue service

this little fellow was resting in the middle of our lawn (where predatory cats may visit despite our best endeavours to keep the garden feline free) – at first I wasn’t even sure if it was alive but, when I placed my hand in front of it almost rolled onto it and soon after extended it’s claws to grip my finger.

 I walked up to the birdbath with it on my finger thinking that it may need water and then put a little bird food in my hand hoping to tempt it to eat.

It was with great relief that I watched it, energy reserves replenished, fly swiftly on its way. Although I wouldn’t normally attempt to handle a free creature, the threat of it becoming a cat’s trophy seemed to justify  my intervention.