Sometimes Life reminds us what a beautiful feeling it is to care about others. Saying goodbye for awhile to one of our favorite cities, my wife and I were driving home from a great dinner at #SavioVolpe.
Near the corner of Main and Terminal we saw a lone Canadian goose all by its lonesome in a little grassy area in front of a Macdonald's, thinking to itself, "WTF? I'm in the middle of the #!%? city, away from my home!" The goose tried to take flight but couldn't quite clear the top of an oncoming car and was clipped underneath. He/she fell to the street and hobbled back to the Macdonald's flower bed.
Without hesitation, the son of a veterinarian and his wife--a "lover of all creatures great and small" pulled a "U-ie" at the next light and then careened into the Macdonald's parking lot.
Suddenly, humanity came together to help this poor goose. A true gentleman named Chris Berg, who is a transit supervisor for Vancouver's Coast Mountain Bus Company, gave us a pair of gloves to protect our hands for the catch. My wife ran into Macdonald's for a box big enough to fit the goose. They were eager and wanting to help. Chris, Nadine and I corralled the bird. Nadine caught it. I threw my hoodie over the goose. We put the goose in the box and drove it to the nearest emergency animal clinic (information supplied by a caring dispatcher at Vancouver BCSPCA). We were assured they would transport the goose to WRA (Wildlife Rescue Association).
One of the nurses at the emergency clinic took the taped box with the shocked bird into a back examining room and brought back my hoodie.
When we returned to our hotel, I shook out my hoodie, expecting a load of goose poop. Instead, one lone goose feather fell softly to the ground. I'd like to think it was a sign from the goose saying, "Hey, thanks for taking the time to help out some body who took a wrong turn."
Thanks to all who helped out tonight.