The other day I witnessed something I really, really want to forget. But I’ll back up to the day before when I was walking my dogs. We were in the neighborhood about a half mile from my house when I saw the most beautiful green bird (similar to the one pictured below). It had to have been someone’s pet, I thought, because I’ve never seen a green bird in my neighborhood. It was also not reacting like wild birds do… meaning it wasn’t spooked by me or my dogs, or cars driving by. It was a good part of our daily walk!
Fast forward a day, and I saw the bird again on another walk around the neighborhood. This time, I almost stepped on it before I even knew it was there. That’s another confirmation it must be a tame bird, not acclimated to life in the wild. It flew away from me and landed in the middle of a street perpendicular to the one the dogs and I were walking.
I will spare you the details as this beautiful little bird was able to survive one car driving past it, but not the second. I feel responsible as I was the one who caused him to fly to a new spot, just happening to be the middle of a street. Wild birds fly away when a car is approaching, but not this one.
I felt bad thinking about the unfairness of it’s life taken away. So to make up for my role in this tragedy, I’ve decided I need to save a bird. A life for a life. How in the world I’ll save a bird, I have no idea, but I’m keeping my eyes peeled for opportunities now!
-Out of the Wilderness