Wild Life Samaritan
Think of it as an act of kindness and you will likely remember the ancient story of a Good Samaritan mentioned in the pages of a New Testament Bible. For all societies, that story hits a nerve in humanity strong enough to make it legendary. This is because we are forced to respond with an emotional response stemming from our deepest sense of humanity.
When it comes to emotion, perhaps there really is no such thing as inaction, but in any case of suffering we interact as human beings with others with love and empathy. But what about the suffering of animals, for which a gesture of the Good Samaritan might also be appropriate?
It seems some of us just don’t draw a line between one or the other; as if to say, suffering is suffering. Period. When it comes to Good Samaritans, who would have thought of Carol, the slim, super-tanned, middle-aged and perky five-foot-old woman who is ready to start a smile when you start a conversation in Madeira Beach, Florida?
During the three-mile journey from John’s Pass Village to the Suncoast Seabird Sanctuary on Indian Shores, the only question I wanted to ask her was, “Why did you do this?”
I was puzzled considering the economic challenges most people face these days, and the very likely insignificant value one could place on the life of a half-dead bird; a creature so frail and listless that it was difficult to ascertain heartbeat or breathing. However, he would have had to shell out several tens of dollars for this wild life rescue.Oakvillewildliferemoval.ca
“It’s a Blue Jay.” She advised, while she held the injured animal, wrapped in a napkin and cradled in a small box. The bird too young to even have feathers, I wondered how he knew her species. But he had been kidnapped from his nearby nest by a prey food hunting hawk that apparently had his fill and left him dead on the sidewalk.
“You know a lot of birds, huh?” I said with keen interest, hoping to learn something from this seemingly greedy greedy. It turned out he was just imagining and hoping, hoping it was a “Jay”.
Blue Jay or not, she was already dressed in the role of Florence Nightingale, making sure her patient received adequate hospitalization and care upon arrival at the shrine; a hospital which, similar to a human hospital, is equipped with emergency services, surgical center, recovery areas for bird injuries and an outdoor wild bird recovery area.
I sat in the driver’s seat of this public transport and couldn’t help but think the whole thing was pretty funny, as I watched the affection on the woman’s face as opposed to the satire I was gleaning from the experience. You must have sensed my numbness.
“I couldn’t leave him there and die.” She retorted with a smile and gentle finger strokes repeated on the top of the creature’s head. “Nobody would help the poor thing or give me a lift to take her to the bird sanctuary. I had to call you folks, lock the shop and do it myself. I don’t care how much it will cost, I had to do it.”