Just One Chance
While staying at my friend Jill's house in Denver, I saw this little guy by the window sill yesterday.
He was stuck. I watched him erratically trying to escape , and I can sense the desperation in his movements as he attempted to climb out of the massive window well. After multiple unsuccessful attempts to get him out with a shovel and a rake, there was a moment where I thought about letting him be, knowing full well that he will inevitably perish. I went to bed feeling defeated and guilty.
With the help of Jill next day, we decided to help him out. We caught him with a bag through the window and placed him in a plastic housing with some water, cheese and lettuce. Jill is planning to release him once he nurses himself back to full strength.
Now some people might wonder why we even bothered. Some people might even question the benefits of saving a so-called "rodent". Honestly, I do not know why we did what we did. Hell, I don't even know what we did was right, as he might become owl food the minute we let him go. All I know is somehow I felt (I can't speak for Jill), there was a reason why this little guy was stuck in the window well next to my room. There was a brief second of clarity out of all this chaos in the world. There was a chance.
Sometimes, that's all we need.