Tonight was an unusually warm night as of late for San Francisco--60 degrees. Those of you who live here might call it downright balmy. My husband and I decided to go for a little jaunt around the neighborhood after dinner. As we were walking we saw some friends who were walking their dog. I noticed that their dog was particularly interested in a corner of the building, and not looking for a good place to pee. It was sniffing a little baby bird. The bird was not moving much and it was making soft tweeting noises (beyond 140 characters). It seemed as if it had either fallen out of its nest or was pushed. We looked up but neither saw a nest nor any adult birds nearby.
As we became engrossed in conversation, we couldn't help but be drawn back to the little birdie, contemplating its fate, and feeling like we were helpless to help it. On a whim, I decided to call San Francisco's 311, the number for all city services. Not really thinking that I would get hold of a live person, I pushed 1 for English and then heard, "Hello, can I help you?" A bit incredulous, but curious, I preceded to tell the city worker about the bird, its condition and location. The city staffer informed me that it is now fledgling season and that the little birds are learning to fly and are often pushed out of the nest, but that the parents will come back to feed and care for it. As we spoke, my friends and I noticed there was yet another baby bird nearby. I told the woman on the phone that there were now two birds, but that the one was lying on its side and barely moving. It looked not long for this world. We didn't think the parents would be coming back.
She told me to call Animal Control directly and gave me the number. Thinking we might be getting the typical bureaucratic run around, and although quite skeptical, I called anyway. Not surprising, I got a voicemail and thought well good try, but no one is going to call back. My friends and I continued to chat, every once and while looking at the birds and wincing. A few minutes later, the phone rang and it was SF Animal Care & Control asking for me. I could not believe that they called back.
I explained the condition of the birds, hearing again that it was fledgling season and it was not uncommon. However, once he heard that the one bird was barely moving, he asked for our location and said he was on the way!
We continuing chatting, showing each other the latest mobile apps, running into another friend, and somewhat intentionally hanging out to see if Animal Care & Control would actually appear. In less than 15 minutes a white truck pulls up and out comes Officer O'Brien wearing a uniform with a shield, looking like an official law enforcement officer. We couldn't believe it. He was as excited to see us as we were to see him.
In the most gentle way, he picked up the birdies and said that they would be put in an incubator and then taken to the animal hospital! And, then thanked us for calling.
I have to say that I was happy that my tax dollars were being used for this purpose, but more so, Officer O'Brien said that they prevent animal cruelty (yes that even happens in SF). Now, I know some of you might be thinking, who the f--k cares about some little bird when there are thousands of homeless people in SF. And, you know, I agree, but I am not sure that one has to give up animal protection in order to help care for people in need. Both are are borne of compassion and in an ideal world, we need both. I would love to hear your opinion on the matter.