I love the fact that my husband is a 'Dr Dolittle' - ALL animals just adore him, whether they are pets, farm or wild creatures.
He was angling at our local lakes today, when a 'teenage' gosling came paddling past, albeit wonkily. The gosling managed to hop onto the bank, and it was clear that his left leg was damaged. He came up to my husband, who offered him the bread of his (cheese and pickle) sandwiches, which he devoured hungrily, then seated himself companionably next to him.
Shortly afterwards, the bailiff appeared on his rounds, and commented that my husband had company; when he explained that he was injured, the bailiff whipped out his phone and rang the local wildlife rescue people, who arrived within the hour, humanely captured the bird and took him off for "antibiotics and physiotherapy". Fingers crossed that all will be well.
Such a lovely story and good to know that creatures can sense a gentle soul.