Oh, bloody hell. I just had another one.
I have this open-air drydock sort of thing next to a little stream. See, the stream is carp-infested, and carp are deadly, but they're also tasty. Fortunately, oxygen is their one weakness. So I have a system of levers and floodgates and grates. Pull one lever, river-water (and carp, hopefully) rush in. Pull the other, everything drains out, leaving the carp gasping on the grates until their little fishy icons go all red and delicious. It's much simpler than shooting fish in a barrel, since there's no shooting.
Anyway, a goose (I'm playing with Dig Deeper, so there are geese) managed to get into my drowning pit. It just sort of swam around there minding its own business, seemingly invisible to the schools of carp swimming just tiles away. It stayed there for a LONG time, too, and when I finally v'd over it, I saw why: it had a broken wing. I guess it wasn't so invisible after all; just lucky.
Anyway, I forgot about it for a while. But then I went to clean out the pit after the annual carp genocide, and I found him the goose down on the bottom level, under the grates. I'd forgotten to set the door to the stairs to tightly-closed, so he got down there during the draining. A little goose, flopping around in a drained water tank with a broken wing, unable to fly out.
Poor thing.
So I went to a HELL of a lot of trouble to rig a cage trap down there. My mechanic is apparently deathly afraid of geese specifically or waterfowl in general or something, I don't know, because every time I sent him into the tank with a cage and a mechanism, he came out screaming. Anyway, what with one thing and another, I finally got the cage set up, and watched with a big grin as the goose flopped over to it and popped it.
I haul the caged goose outside, a nice distance from my outer wall, near a flock of other geese that was milling about close to the stream. Rigged a lever to it which was another pain in the ass; see above re: ornithophobic mechanics and gave it a good yank. Ta da! The goose was, at last, free!
All this took me the better part of two seasons, mostly 'cause my mechanic is a pussy, and I had to get all the dogs caged up so they wouldn't run into the tank and tear it to gobbets, and just all the folderol of it. But the rescue mission was a success!
And wouldn't you know the goddamn goose flopped right over to the river and got eaten by the first carp to come along. While I watched.
"Yay, you're free! Go be with those other
hey. The geese are over there. No, not the river! Not theoh god, the blood!"
Seriously. The riverbank went red all the way to the edge of the map. Who knew geese had so much blood in them.
Shoulda just flooded the tank and drowned the damn thing. Would have been more merciful. And hey, free meat.