My injured bird
There was an injured bird at my entrance this evening. It gawked. It could not fly. Its leg or wing was injured. It was so close to me that I could see its colors. I wondered what to do.
I thought of the kids at school. They rescue fallen birds and put them in boxes and take care of them. I should do the same, I thought. I got a box from my neighbor, and then I approached the bird.
It was weird that I was afraid to rescue the bird. I don't know why I was afraid. It couldn't very well harm me. Even if its beak were sharp, it wouldn't really harm me much. And yet when it moved, I got a fright. And in the next moment it fluttered its wings and flew away, and I knew I had lost it forever.
It had gotten such an adrenalin rush that it was able to fly despite its pain. My heart went out to it, as I thought of its future. Either it would die alone, or be eaten by a cat or dog, or other unspeakable things. Death was and is inevitable. What was the right thing to do?
I couldn't very well chase a dying bird. After all, I would then really kill it. Because it was more frightened of me than death itself. I find it very strange that I should be afraid of something weaker than myself. Is that natural? Is that normal?
I thought of the kids at school. They rescue fallen birds and put them in boxes and take care of them. I should do the same, I thought. I got a box from my neighbor, and then I approached the bird.
It was weird that I was afraid to rescue the bird. I don't know why I was afraid. It couldn't very well harm me. Even if its beak were sharp, it wouldn't really harm me much. And yet when it moved, I got a fright. And in the next moment it fluttered its wings and flew away, and I knew I had lost it forever.
It had gotten such an adrenalin rush that it was able to fly despite its pain. My heart went out to it, as I thought of its future. Either it would die alone, or be eaten by a cat or dog, or other unspeakable things. Death was and is inevitable. What was the right thing to do?
I couldn't very well chase a dying bird. After all, I would then really kill it. Because it was more frightened of me than death itself. I find it very strange that I should be afraid of something weaker than myself. Is that natural? Is that normal?
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