The one that really stands out for me is trying to hitchhike the 35 miles home from the airport in early morning, when I happened upon an unknown bird to myself which had been hit by a car.
I helped it off the highway so that it’s last moments wouldn’t be filled with terror of having cars rushing by at 60+ mph, when I realized that it might just have a dislocation or something that it could actually recover from.
I’d only received two rides so far and had already been walking for quite a while when I found the bird close to the end of a long climbing grade. Well, the bird needed help, and I made the decision to take it with me 10 miles back to the veterinarian, which was almost back to the airport again.
No one had given me a ride for most of the last five miles, and all it took to get a ride was to walk across the highway and stick out my thumb on the way back to town. Very first car to come along picked me up, of course, and he took me all the way to the vets, which was a huge stroke of luck. However, luck had one more gigantic card to play, and the feeble, shivering, and immobile little bird suddenly jumped out of my hands and started skittering around the floor of the truck. I quickly opened the door so that I’d have the best access to just getting it back in hand again, but the moment I started to reach for it, it was already on its way down into the parking lot and under the truck. Knowing I was trying to catch it seemed to be all that was needed to send it airborne again and out of our sight.
All we could do was laugh at the irony of trying to save a bird that apparently needed nothing more than a bit of rest, and my wasted 20 miles of travel so far in order to save it. With nothing else to do, I thanked him for the ride, walked across the road and started hitchhiking back out of town, again.