The last thing that gave me a spiritual lift of joy was this weekend when I got up early, went into the living room and startled a jackdaw that must have come down the chimney. Of course it flew round the room in a panic and then crashed into the window and dropped down behind the sofa. I looked down and it was on its back and trying to move its legs. I gently picked it up with a teatowel. Stroked it for a bit, eyes were fine but I wasn't sure of the damage caused. I put it, still wrapped in a teatowel into a wicker picnic basket (from Fortnum & Mason of course) and left it for 20 minutes.
Took the basket outside, lifted the lid and said bird just flew out and up over the rooftops.I was thrilled and moved.
The funny part was at the beginning when it first flew round the room, my cat was terrified and shot upstairs :-)