Saturdays can get hopping. The last was unusually busy, we had more intakes than normal. If half our birds survive that's a good ratio, by the time a wild bird can be picked up by a human it's in trouble. My shift was almost over when a taxi pulled up to the front gate. I went to see what was going down and there was a crying lady, youngish, holding something out to one of my co-workers, who was shaking her head. The woman was almost in hysterics. "I have no money", she kept saying, "And I don't know what to do. Where can I take this"? She held out what I thought was a white Guinea Pig. "Help me, you guys save animals"! She was sobbing and the cabbie looked like he had had all he could take. I started to suggest the Humane Society but I couldn't remember if they were open or not and they almost certainly wouldn't take a drop in like this. "I can euthanize the animal for you, but that's all I can do...