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Thursday, 16 June 2016
Some days one feels that one has passed as a parent.
Morning our daughter saw a baby egret hunched under the stair, and was paranoid with worry. She was scared to grab it to safety seeing its beak, but more scared not to. Till the bird was scooped into a bucket, and till two hours later we walked down with the bucket to three streets away into a pond in Kalaksheta to see if could hop and fly once in watery terrain, I was given no peace. The bird took a few steps and flew onto the low branch. Friends had been called up for advice early in the morning, and they were called back three hours later and updated.
To have taught a child to prioritize a helpless bird, an old woman in the street, a flower seller needing to have her flowers bought is some small success over the years.