I was checking my traplined 20 years ago and came across a Redtail Hawk that had evidently hit a powerline that ran to a pump sight along the river, I spent an hour dancing around that bird dodgeing th etallons before I was able to thro my Mackinaw over him and get a hold ofhim. The local Humane society was on the way home so I stopped in and went to the office and told them I hade an injured Hawk, they were so pleased that I had taken the time and risk to help an injured animal and the we weant out to my truck to get the bird, when I opened the swinging cargo doors on my canopy and they saw the traps a couple of conns a Beaver and an assortment of muskrats and nutria, the social temperature dropped 50 degrees, not even an ofer of help as I tried to corral that Hawk which now could back himself in the corner and very boldly show me both tallons, after a time I was able to toss a blanket they gave me(reluctantly) over him and hand him to one of the volenteers, the made it clear that they would closely check the bird to determine the cause of his injury, I have never seen such a flip flop in courtisy in my life as I did that day...I called a couple of days later ( it took three calls) before anyone would talk to me once they found who I was, and the bird had died, would I do it again...absolutely, I felt good about my effort and demeanor during the "shunning." I often wonder about them.