Had my elderly mother over for tea last night and we're standing and looking at the puppies chatting away.
She then went on to tell my hubby that he's lucky I'm still not dragging home every injured and stray animal like I used to. She then told him about the time I tried to save a bird I'd rescued from the jaws of next doors cat.
It was years ago and she's fairly certain the bird in question was a myna bird, but being a little girl she didn't have the heart to tell me that you don't save them. I kept it in an old bird catch, caught flies and insects in my insect catcher, ground up beef etc and basically got it back onto its feet. Then after watching a Disney movie about a family that releases an eagle back into the wild I decided to do the same. The eagle was released on a cliff top and flew off into the wilds - a nice Disney ending.
My cliff top was the upstairs balcony I tossed the bird up into the air and repeated the same words "fly be free" however unfortunately the birds flight feathers were damaged and it dropped to the ground right back into the jaws of next doors cat.
Have you always been an animal lover? I know I was.