This guy (left bird) foraging busily with a broken leg appeared in front of me suddenly. How touching that action was, as I just suffered a surgery on my knee for the sake of playing too much golf.
About its hardship or passion or depression of life that got me more and more feelings. Perhaps we are the same species although I can't fly. I'd respect all lives more, including mine.
Wish more care of it from its companions.
Good luck my warrior of life.