Just a little story for you all.
I own a bar on 9th. Avenue in Hells Kitchen, NYC. It's a rough neighborhood, complete with bums, thugs, crack heads and bonafide criminals.......that the NYPD has to deal with on a daily basis.
One day, about two years ago, it was warm enough for us to have the door to the bar propped open. At one moment, I looked up, and there was a little baby bird, standing in the middle of the floor of the bar. He must've fallen out of the nest, was disoriented, and stumbled into the bar, thankfully instead of out into the busy traffic of 9th. Ave. (Usually, we are worried with who stumbles OUT of the bar.)
So, I ran around and picked up this little baby, and went outside to see if I could locate his mom. No luck. I was afraid to leave him anywhere, for fear of him falling into the gutter, or in the path of pedestrians, or gotten by a dog or a rat. I called the emergency number for a wildlife rescue, and the (rude) animal care professional on the other end told me I should not have touched the bird (really lady? Should I serve him a beer too?) and to put the bird outside in a bush, where his mother would find him. I don't know where she was from, but I assure you, there are no BUSHES on 9th. avenue.
I tried to place the baby bird in the crotch of the tree outside the bar. To my horror, he promptly fell, and proceeded to HOP OUT ONTO THE STREET. I ran after him. Thankfully I had the right of way, before the light changed, and I proceeded to chase the poor, frightened little guy into the avenue.
There was a NYPD cruiser, stopped at the light on 9th/40th. They apparently saw the crazy lady running around, hunched over, trying to grab a baby bird. They put their lights on, without their siren, and blocked THREE lanes of traffic. A uniformed patrolman, and a SEARGENT got out of their car and proceeded to help me get hold of the bird. We were soon accompanied by another policeman, who must've just been walking by. The SEARGENT seemed to have some experience with birds (more than I did at the time). As he held this tiny baby, gently in his big strong hands, he instructed me to get a small box (I used the one the drink stirrers come in.) and he placed the bird in the box, and placed the box in the decorative flowers of the Italian restaurant next door. He told me it was all we could do, and that he would be safe, and the mom would hear his peeping.
I don't know if he was right or not, and I don't know if the bird survived. But I do know, that the men and women who put on Police uniforms every day are PEOPLE, just like you and me......and some of them have huge, loving hearts, inspire of what they face on a daily basis.
its bitter world. how can people do stuff like this! RIP little parakeet 
