Hi Lyn, I really liked your funny story about the bird. It reminded me of 2 incidents my family have had over the years. About 20 years ago, my Dad used to go beating pheasants with my younger brother and the family pet dog, MNancy who was a Golden Retriever. One man told my brother to pick up this pheasant and hold it by its head and walk along and swing it. After a while he said to my brother "it should be dead by now, you can put it down." This my brother did, and the pheasant ran off, much to everyone's surprise. In about 2001, I had just come home from hospital after having an abcess removed. My Mum was out visiting one of her sisters and I was in their house where I was staying at the time. My Dad had just come back from a walk with another pet Golden Retriever, Lucy. There is a brook near where we live, and Dad and Lucy saw a baby duckling which was in the brook, Its mother was nowhere in sight. Lucy jumped into the brook, rescued the baby duckling and brought it back to Dad. He then bought it back home and put it somewhere quiet for it to rest. Mum found a box for it, but it kept getting out of it. We had it for about 3 days and I had named it Orville. It was so tiny, only about 3 days old when Dad found it. Unfortunately, it got up onto the top of the sofa one night and fell down the back of it. I really loved him, he was so sweet when he was found. From Sara