I rescued a burd yesterday - the cats had got the poor little thing down in my basement...
I managed to kick them out and capture it... took it upstairs and put it on the patio table... it looked at me for a bit as if waiting for the final crushing blow or summat and then flew off... 
Hopefully the little bastard won't shit on my car in the future... 
In the deep mid winter a little bird fell to earth, frozen and unable to fly it lay on the ground waiting for death to overcome it.
Along came a herd of cows on the way to be milked and one cow shat right on top of the little bird .... the heat of the all enveloping cow pat warmed the little bird and saved it from certain death. So much so that the little bird began to chirp and eventually, with its returning strength, it sang its little song.
A passing cat, hearing the song coming from the cow pat was overcome with curiosity and digging into the steaming pile, uncovered the little bird and promptly ate it.
Which proves it is not always your enemies who shit on you nor your friends who dig you out.
