Interesting. A few weeks ago I saved a baby sparrow. Found in out of it's nest on the sidewalk, cute, all beak. I walked around with it trying to find someone with a ladder so I could put it back in it's nest. I finally had to walk all the way home, where my landlord provided me a ladder. Then I walked on back, climbed the ladder and placed him in the nest. The last several weeks I've taken comfort knowing the bird was there in the nest - as I could hear the chirping every time I passed by.
Then yesterday, in a different part of the city I came across a dying sparrow. It was suffering, possibly hit by a car. It seemed wrong to let it sit there on the sidewalk dying on the cold cement. So, I picked it up gently and placed it in the nearest greenspace I could find, a plantar with some bushes and a tree. It died shortly after.
Truly, that was two phases of life - the beginning and the end. And for some reason I was witness and aide to both.
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