Our next door neighbors moved out 3 weeks ago and left a pet silver pheasant on their rooftop. I noticed this when I go for a walk upstairs every evening and I empathized with the bird’s loneliness. How cruel of them to leave it behind like that, I mused. But felt relieved to see bowls of food and water lying around. At least they had been this benevolent.
A few days later, the water dried up and the grains seemed to finish too. I gathered some wheat grains and threw them into its “home”. It pecked on them eagerly. It was a satisfaction I’ve never experienced before. Genuine altruism, maybe. I also devised a way of giving it water. I poured water in a small shopping bag and tied it loosely and threw it over. It splashed out and made a puddle, easy for it to drink.
Just yesterday the new folks moved in. I hoped that now the birdy would get a regular supply of food and water. But, to my dismay the opposite happened. As I reached home from Uni today, I saw it outside their gate, pecking at some grass. I was stunned. They threw him out? How ruthless! I asked mom if we could bring it in, but she bluntly refused saying it will just make a mess, and how will she clean it etc. I turned to dad as a last hope, and he gave me the most alarming answer.; that it is a creation of God, and He will look after it, its not our responsibility to take care of it, besides we have no place to keep it. And the final word before he walked off “Don’t be so over-sensitive” I was speechless.
What an unkind world! Does kindness need to be something big? Something showy? I have lost the little hope I had in humanity. May God protect you, dear birdy. Forgive me for not being able to help you, despite having all means.