My lady partner is always finding, and bringing home, lost or injured birds. The other day I slope into the house and there perched on the back of me favourite chair is a bloody big sea eagle. That was bad enough, but sitting on the couch were three ducks. One was reading the paper, and two were arguing over the TV programmes. So I get meself into the kitchen where I find Julie clutching a tiny wren. The bird musta been caught in a storm , coz it's shiverin'. "Enough is enough, love!", I said, rather loudly. She turns to me and replies. "Please dear, not in front of the chilled wren!" Regards. Pipes