In the last couple years there’s been at least a dozen opportunities to get a shot of me walking along with a wild bird in hand. They’re usually injured or they’ve swallowed fishing line, sometimes (sadly) they’re dead. There’s a waterfowl sanctuary near where we’ve been living, I know how to catch them, and when dead it’s better to dispose of them properly than leave them on the road, especially with avian H5N1 going around.
Big difference, I’m not black and if someone shared the photo of my good deed no one is going to be such an asshole they assume I’m going to eat the poor thing.