Again, no cats on #caturday, but I hope you will find this an acceptable alternative.
I have the good fortune to live next to Debbie, a professional birder. A month ago, she found a young Peregrine falcon with one claw caught in a hole in a fence post. She extracted the claw, wrapped the bird in a light jacket, and drove to a local wildlife rehabilitation center while holding it on her lap and keeping her dogs from getting too curious. Yesterday, the bird was deemed ready for release. The toe that had been caught had suffered permanent damage, but the falcon could catch food and hang on to hardware cloth, so they figured it could survive on its own. Debbie and her husband Mike invited me along, knowing I would enjoy the release and take photos. We drove to a spot near where the bird was found, but well away from the troublesome fence. Here's what happened next.
At the west end of Lake Crowley, in the huge, grassy Long Valley, Debbie set down the cat carrier with the falcon and checked to see how it was doing.
Just a few minutes after release, the falcon had reached the clouds and started flying to the west until we lost track of it.
The proud parents.
As we packed up, I wondered what their cat, Diego the Dark Lord of Destruction, would think of the new smells on his carrier.
Postscript: one of the images shows a motor home in the background. On the way out, we discovered he was stuck and gave him a tow.