During lunch I had to go to the bank. In the parking lot I found a pigeon shaking. I walked up to it, and it didn't fly off. I used to do wildlife rescue and even rehabbed a wild pigeon once. So, of course, I picked her (I think it was a her) up and was looking for injuries. While handling her, a huge kernal of corn popped out of her mouth. I tipped its head down and gave her a little shake. Two more giant kernals popped out. I guess they were too big to get into her crop. I set her up against a wall and out of the wind. I watched her for a minute. She seemed to regain her composure and flew off. I thought, OK that is my good deed for the day. Then I got to the bank and there was a bat laying on the sidewalk freezing to death. I got a box from the girls at the bank and rescued the bat. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I have done this before. I didn't touch it. I would not recommend to anybody to ever pick up a bat or touch it. I was able to get him in the box by pushing him in with another piece of cardboard. The bat is now in a box sitting on my desk. The Humane Society is sending someone to pick it up. They will take it to the bat lady at the local wildlife rehab. I guess God decided it was my day to help the local wildlife.
