I was born in Lancashire, England, and had the good fortune of growing up on a dairy farm surrounded by woodland and forests back in the 1970s. Things then were very different, if someone encountered an injured bird or mammal they would do one of two things, kill it, or take it to that crazy person in the village that looks after broken animals. My mother was that crazy person, and I was drafted as her assistant.
Over the years we had everything from foxes to pigeons brought to us, a common submission was always the hedgehog, usually underweight or disturbed during hibernation. Thankfully, we now have hedgehog, fox, bird, and even squirrel rescues to take these "broken" animals. The crazy person now wears latex gloves and a white coat and runs a purpose-built rescue station dedicated to the rehabilitation of these critters.
I have seen many things in my time travelling around the world, elephants, monkeys, and snakes in India, scorpions and camels in Iran, pythons in Malaysia, and huge moths and flying squirrels in Bangladesh. The last thing on my bucket list is sailing up the Amazon river on a barge, searching for new bugs to document and name.