Yesterday, at the wildlife refuge where I volunteer, we received a murre who came in covered with oil. I'm on the right, restraining the bird. You can see the tip of its bill, just barely, on the left side of my hand. Amy's on the left, trying to get a blood sample from its leg. Later, I held the bird while Amy washed it with Dawn soap, a long, difficult process for all concerned. Had to use lots of soap and very nearly hot water. Amy scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed. She probably had to do it all over again today.