The Pigeon and Chiron

While walking with a friend in the park one day, we came upon a pigeon that had been horribly mauled by a dog. I mean yecchhh!
I thought maybe we should kill it to put it out of its misery, but by chance we found a cardboard box nearby, and I brought the thing home.
It was pretty far gone. But..I happened to have some veterinary antibiotic drops on hand, so I figured what the hell.
After two days the wounds were I-don’t-know-how actually disappearing and the little bird started eating—cat food and milk, but eating
This is New York City, so you know the neighbors In my building soon began screaming, “We’re all going to get encephalitis!”
So Sadly I have to pack up the box, with the bird in it and decide I would take it back to the park, and the bird would have to figure itself out.
Check this out.
As I step out of my building at that exact instant a woman walks by with her little dog. I had seen her walk by daily for years but we never spoke. Hiding my desperation, I ask her, “Excuse me but do you know of any bird sanctuaries around here?“
“Funny you should ask that, “she answers. “I’m just driving up to one in Connecticut right now.”

Can’t save everybody, I guess, but once in a while it’s worth a shot.

At least think about those suffering more than we are. That’s Chiron, too.   PS: I’m still battling it out in New York City, and that pigeon is up in Connecticut living La Vida Loca.