A gang of pheasants hangs around our garden most days.
Actually, they don’t hang around; they graze on by as they try to consume
enough calories to keep going another day. They eat what they find, as do the
hunter-gatherer tribe from Tanzania who we saw on a programme on the telly last
week. Pretty precarious life.
On Friday we were feeling sad for our beautiful feathered
friends, knowing the local syndicate had a scheduled shoot on Saturday. We
thought many were destined to die soon.
However, I was delighted this morning when, as I walked down
the drive, a dozen or so of these creatures tiptoed and lurched into the air in
front of me. The ones that got away to live another day.
Generally I act as if I were going to walk on this earth
forever, enjoying the rainbows and sunsets, the joys and laughter and love, the
challenges and new experiences life offers. Today I was reminded that my life
is just as precarious as the pheasants and the hunter-gatherers.
Underneath are the everlasting arms. Thanking God tonight
for another day on this beautiful earth.
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