About a year ago, I saw a Pigeon die. He didnt have the same reaction time as the other Pigeons, unlucky Pigeon. So a car drove straight into it, and hit exactly so he drove over it. It rolled around the weel, and I just heard the "snatch" sound. It broke his neck, a silent moment, and next thing I see is loads of blood floating out from the tiny creature. Wierd moment, never seen it happen like that. And back then, I remember lauging abit. Cruel laugh. You know, "lol unlucky piece of shit animal lol"
So, about 2 weeks ago, I was at work. And a pigeon flys into my work place (gas station) We have huge glas windows, and this is in the middle of the day. And guess what the poor pigeon does, he sees light, and boom. And guess what he does again? He trys again, and "BOOM". So he is still alive, and a thrid time. Its kinda sad to watch. But the fourth time he fails, and I manage to scare it into the storage room. And about an hour later, after locking myself into a small room with it, tiring him out, and finally manage to catch it after he is exausted of flying. (Bird doesnt get it, that I'm trying to help) So the moment of truth, I let go of it outside, and it flys to its nest nearby, lucky lucky Pigeon.
So my mind goes philosphy mode. Do you think he is thankful? What do you think went trough his mind after that moment? Do you think he knows at the end that im only trying to help? are animals just the same even if you help them over and over again? Im afraid not. But then, it feels so lame, it seems so meaningless. Right?