Broken Bird | tacit's Blog

Today while in my travels i found the "duck pond". When i was a little girl my father would take me there to feed the ducks. I have been looking for it for the past few months. I got out of the car and walked around and took pictures. 

Some of it all was beautiful. I walked around and contemplated the birds. I thought about how they interact and depend on each other. I watched them fight, sleep, swim, and even care for each other. there were all kinds of ducks. all different sizes and colors. there were even some pigeons just hanging out. It was nice... until i saw the goose.

He was standing by the garbage can. He was the only goose there and he was some distance away from me at first. I needed to take a double take. His right wing was dragging on the ground. It was extremely twisted and obviously broken. This immediate sadness filled me up. I knew that he doesn't have much of a chance to live long. When he walked he tripped over his wing. I wanted to help.. but what could i do? take him to the vet? even if i was able to catch him what could they do? What money would i pay with? What difference would it make?

i felt a connection to this bird.  He is me. I am him. there is a piece of me that is broken. i don't think it can be fixed. Even though he was surrounded by hundreds of ducks he was still alone.