He had somehow gotten himself wedged between two layers of chicken wire. I searched for where he had entered, but couldn't find a single place he might have squeezed in.
I confiscated DH's wire cutters while he was doing this:
And went back to release the poor caged thing.
And after a few snips, he was free:
And we had a little discussion:
He doesn't look one bit thankful, but he may just be put out because he didn't appreciate having a camera shoved in his face:
Ah! Much better:
And yes, I did put a cauliflower leaf next to him for his dining pleasure.
Yesterday I wanted to rescue a pigeon at the farm store.
DH just smiles, but he has done his share of rescuing.
Hauling feed and water out to a downed cow in the middle of a pasture for days on end.
Bringing in a newborn calf on the front of his saddle when the Mama had died.
Carrying a soaking wet calf into the house during a raging snowstorm and drying him with towels and a blow dryer.
Handing over a runt kitten he had discovered who won't nurse.
His rescuing only makes me love him more.