When I was in elementary school, I found a crow who couldn't fly. I picked him up and rode home on my bicycle with him in my arms.
I named him Pickins, because he pecked at everyone except me.
I found a big birdcage in the garage attic and lined it with newspaper. I gave him plenty of water.
Then I had to think about what to feed him. I remembered something about how crows ate garbage and dead things. I certainly wasn't going to go through the garbage, nor was I going to go find dead things.
May 8: Tommy, our gosling, came as an unexpected delivery. A Canada goose, only two to three days old, he was found by employees of the Snow Goose Inn in Dover. He was cold and had been left for dead. Lisa Thomas, a friend, didn't know what kind of...