One year, before I settled in one of the Scandinavian countries, I rented a room in a poor neighborhood that was fairly comfortable, with a glass window overlooking a giant tree where a group of birds would land.
Each morning, I would open the window to put out a bowl of water and another bowl of grains or legumes for them, the birds would then come and flock to the window to satisfy their hunger.
This filled me with a sense of happiness and contentment. The strange thing is that one early morning, I decided to go to the headquarters of one of the associations to carry out my work in translation. To avoid being late for my birds, as usual, every morning, I prepared their bowls the night before and placed them outside the window.
I returned home at noon, and as soon as they saw me in the street, they started to fly and chirp around me until I reached the entrance of the building. After that, I entered my room, took off my coat, and was about to open the window, but I was surprised to see the bowls untouched! Nothing was missing.
I looked in front of me at the tree and saw them sitting there, looking at me. When I opened the window, they rushed to me to eat and drink. Only then did I realize my value to these birds, which I had not known all these years among humans.