Here's one for you, when I was in my twenties I was given a few mongrel banties, one of their hatchlings was sickly, anyone in their right mind would have done it in, not me, I babied it until it could walk and eat on it's own. It never grew to full size, it was a runt. This little banty followed me everywhere, it would fly up and sit on my shoulder, if I lay out in the back yard to get a bit of a tan it would lie down beside me on the blanket wings outstretched.
When hubby had racing pigeons, one came home injured, it must have hit something it's legs were useless, hubby would have put it out of it's misery, not me I nursed it back to health, when she got the use of her legs back she'd fly down and sit on my shoulder, after that she was only used to train young birds. Back then we could take pigeons across the border, we raced as far away as California (500 miles).
We had to give the rooster away to keep our neighbor at the time happy, he didn't appreciate the crowing early in the morning. I had one banty hen 'Penny' who hatched all the eggs I brought home, show her an egg and she'd go broody. She hatched Cornish and English game, Black East Indian ducks and one large Pekin which I called Sam but had to change the name to Samantha when she laid an egg. It was so comical to watch Sam when she started to grow, trying to get under Penny at night was comical and poor Penny when she saw her baby East Indians jump in the dishpan of water I'd put out for them she got frantic. Samantha had a kiddies wading pool, she'd dive in water going everywhere then she'd jump out and wait for me to fill it up again. Unfortunately a mink got in the pen one night and killed them all, broke my heart.
I'm so soft hearted when hubby traded some meat rabbits for duck meat he told his friend make sure they're dead before you bring them or we'll never get to eat any of them. Now you guys know when it comes to creatures I'm nothing but a big woose