Western Walkabout: A Little Act Of Good
A little act of good can preserve a small life, as Richard Harris reveals.
Sometimes I feel that if I can do a little act of good, it brings me closer to beauty within myself.
This isn’t about putting money in a collection box. It’s not about material things at all. It’s about sincerely caring enough to do something to achieve a goal or prevent something rotten happening.
If you lived in the West, down under, you’d notice that at this time of the year there’s a lot of birdie activity. Young ones are fledged and starting to leave the nest.
I was driving along a busy suburban road one afternoon last week when I noticed a tiny honeyeater sitting in the middle of the warm pavement. It looked like a rather young bird, though fully fledged.
I stopped the car and went up to it. The bird was crouched in the road, sitting motionless.
“You can’t sit there, little one,” I told it and took it in my open palm. I felt its little feet hook around my third finger as it kept its balance while I stood up. I walked across the road between oncoming cars and placed the bird on the branch of a roadside tree.
“Your Mum will come for you soon,” I told it. The little bird settled immediately.
It was a good feeling to think I might have preserved a small life through a little act of good.
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