The Hours Aren't All That Bad
While I was filling the fountain/birdbath and cleaning the pump inside it, I got to thinking about the birds and the bees and the animals that roam the area around here.
We work 40-hour weeks, maybe 36-hour weeks, drive home, have supper, watch tv and sleep. Those are not bad hours. Maybe we have other things to do, but still, the work hours are not oppressive.
The birds and the bees and the animals that roam the area around here don’t have that luck; they are always on the lookout for, in the case of robins, worms; in the case of bears, berries. It’s work that never stops. No tv, no sitting around, no going out for a beer. They don’t get Saturdays and Sundays off, nor are there any long weekends.
I’ve never seen any of God’s good creation back their bags for a two-week vacation; they never head off for the shore or the mountains; none of them have a time share down south. The only time I’ve seen flies on a cruise ship, they were buzzing around someone’s half-empty plate on the back deck trying to grab a meal.
They don’t put out the garbage because there isn’t any. You go into the woods and it’s clean; what one species doesn’t need is valuable to another; if it sits there and rots, some little bugs will find it just right for whatever they do with it.
We’re pretty lucky creatures.
We work 40-hour weeks, maybe 36-hour weeks, drive home, have supper, watch tv and sleep. Those are not bad hours. Maybe we have other things to do, but still, the work hours are not oppressive.
The birds and the bees and the animals that roam the area around here don’t have that luck; they are always on the lookout for, in the case of robins, worms; in the case of bears, berries. It’s work that never stops. No tv, no sitting around, no going out for a beer. They don’t get Saturdays and Sundays off, nor are there any long weekends.
I’ve never seen any of God’s good creation back their bags for a two-week vacation; they never head off for the shore or the mountains; none of them have a time share down south. The only time I’ve seen flies on a cruise ship, they were buzzing around someone’s half-empty plate on the back deck trying to grab a meal.
They don’t put out the garbage because there isn’t any. You go into the woods and it’s clean; what one species doesn’t need is valuable to another; if it sits there and rots, some little bugs will find it just right for whatever they do with it.
We’re pretty lucky creatures.
posted by Tom Carten at 6:28 PM
2 Comments:
And another thing about those poor bears. After they get done eating all those lucious berries, they have to find a bit of "woods" for a little, eh... R and R.
Not only that, but they also are doing toilet paper commercials.
I guess they really do crap in the woods.
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