Being Thankful

Yesterday morning, our airport tractor worked to clear the ice from the doorway of a hangar and also plow us a path so we could get the aircraft inside down to the ramp. As it maneuvered to line up with the ice-packed blacktop, it's rear blade accidentally tore a clear swath in edge of the adjacent beanfield.

A tiny bird, probably a finch of some kind, suddenly appeared and landed on the turned up dirt and bean roots. Even though I was standing just a foot or so away, it totally ignored me as I watched it furiously dig through the debris of grass and bean stubble.

When the tractor backed up to get another pass at the snow, the wild bird didn't budge until the very last second, then cut a hard 180 and re-landed to continue his search for food after the tractor had passed. Salvation, for that little finch, was a shallow rut in a frozen beanfield.

....makes me appreciate having a warm place to live and food to eat.

Lucky Kim