Need to warn you that what you are about to see may be a little bit disturbing.
But its nature.
And nature is often graphic.
As you might have guessed from the title of this blog, something died, and the buzzards came.
In this case, it was a big pig.
(We decided to lovingly refer to him as Wilbur...
I KNOW that you know who I am talking about here...
...the pig from the children's book Charlotte's Web)
Ok...well, it seems that Wilbur kicked the bucket
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| Wilbur on the 1st day |
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| Buzzards on the 1st day |
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| Buzzards on the 2nd day. They were apparently waiting for Wilbur to "soften"...ewwww. |
And then...a couple of days later...Wilbur didn't look like Wilbur anymore.
Now, normally, city folks don't see things like this.
We are generally shielded from the harsh realities of
The Food Chain.
But we saw it.
We observed the Food Chain, in progress, as we drove by the dead pig on the way to the little store to get our daily supplies.
We were driving on a tiny little back-country road.
And we came upon...a Buzzard Convention.
We could see the pig.
And we could see the buzzards.
And I realized that...
They are about to eat Wilbur!
HOW DREADFUL.
rats rats rats
I am not OK with RATS
Rats make me think of The Plague!
And suddenly I was really OK with those buzzards.
As a matter of fact I was really grateful for the buzzards
YAY for the Humble Hardworking Buzzards.
It's what they do.
There is a job to take care of, and they just do it.
It's not a job I would want.
But we are very fortunate that THEY want that job.
And we are made safe because of them.
God made many of this type of creature:
Buzzards,Catfish Maggots, Roaches and Hyaena's...
Funny how the critters that do such important jobs are NOT the ones that get all the glory.
People can be like that too.
Some of the hardest working people I know, who do incredibly important work, are not the "glamourous types".
They are not in the celebrity pages.
They are not the ones with the flowing beautiful hair, the perfect skin, the flashy rings, and fast cars.
They often have sun damaged skin, broken fingernails, achy bones, and tired bodies.
There is a job to take care of, and they just do it.
They pick up our trash.
They tend our crops and our farm animals.
They clean our office buildings, and build our houses.
They work on our cars, and trucks, and trains, and planes.
They cook & serve the meals your children eat at school.
They stand vigil against the enemy in areas domestic and foreign.
These are the ones that society often forgets about.
These people are the backbone that keeps our society functioning.
Without the work that they do behind the scenes, our lives would not be the same.
If we are talking about the tendency to just get the job done, then perhaps it could be argued that in THAT context, it appears that there are Animal Buzzards as well as Human Buzzards.
And if so, then I would submit that Human "Buzzards", the ones who do the jobs that keep things running in this country, are to be applauded.
Because they work hard and take pride in their work.
And in this context, you could even say, that I come from a Family of "Buzzards".
Please remember that I am not use the term "Buzzard", negatively in this context.
I am referring to my parents who were hardworking Every Day People...who simply did what needed to be done Every Day.
My mom was a stay at home "housewife" and when I was very small, my dad worked as a Lineman for the Electric company.
Mom cooked, cleaned and did laundry.
And my Dad climbed wooden poles to connect wires that brought electricity to homes and offices.
We need to remember to teach our children that these jobs are worthy jobs.
We need to remember to teach our children that America needs people who can roll up their sleeves and get the job done.
Eventually my dad got his degree, went to work for IBM, and became an international business consultant.
You could say that the Buzzard became an Eagle.
But My Dad still had deeply ingrained Buzzard tendencies. lol
It's what was most valuable about him.
He would just quietly take care of things that others didn't want to mess with.
He expected to work hard.
He expected to be tired at the end of the day.
He expected to really EARN his daily bread.
There WAS no sense of Entitlement about him.
The life lessons he learned in his early days were what set him apart in his older days:
-The Value of an Honest Days HARD LABOR
-The Value of a Mans WORD
-The Value of knowing that he was not ABOVE doing any
menial task.
Yeah..."Buzzards", be they animal or human, just do the jobs that others can't and sometimes won't.
And we are protected and made stronger and safer because of them.
YAY for the Humble Hardworking Buzzards.
In Him,
Grace
