Winter has come
I saw it immediately while entering our back yard. The most tiniest and most helpless little creature on this whole planet, it seemed at the time being. A small fatally injured robin, sitting in the middle of the road, trembling from the cold. I couldn't help tears falling down my face. There wasn't much I could do for that little robin. Out in the world all alone, no one there to help it. No caring parents to help no matter what happened, nothing at all.
What good does educating oneself to the highest level possible stand for, if one can't even help those who are in need of help?
So I carefully picked up the little robin, hoping not to hurt it more as it squeaked helplessly, and laid it back down on the ground, but on a sunny spot. At least it would die in sunshine.
It felt so cruel. Yet I tell myself, there is nothing cruel about a dying bird. We eat meat every day, those animals died too. And even worse, they died for us. So why would this little robin have such an effect on me?
Small and helpless, no way to defense itself should a predator arrive, and yet so brave. Facing it's death all alone... though, it's not like it had any other choice.
What good does educating oneself to the highest level possible stand for, if one can't even help those who are in need of help?
So I carefully picked up the little robin, hoping not to hurt it more as it squeaked helplessly, and laid it back down on the ground, but on a sunny spot. At least it would die in sunshine.
It felt so cruel. Yet I tell myself, there is nothing cruel about a dying bird. We eat meat every day, those animals died too. And even worse, they died for us. So why would this little robin have such an effect on me?
Small and helpless, no way to defense itself should a predator arrive, and yet so brave. Facing it's death all alone... though, it's not like it had any other choice.