Gavin, 25 June 05
There’s this story that I’m sure I heard first from my grandfather, Jack Sinclair. It’s obviously not something I’ve taken on board fully – but I’ve always remembered the principles.
Living in our hedgerows was a non-conforming sparrow who decided not to fly south for the winter. However, soon the weather turned so cold that he reluctantly decided to fly south.
In a short time ice began to form on his wings and he fell to Earth in a barnyard, nearly frozen solid. A cow passed by where he had fallen, and crapped on the little sparrow.
The sparrow thought it was the end, but the manure warmed him and defrosted his wings!
Warm and happy, able to breath, he started to sing.
Hearing this birdsong, a large cat came by, the cat cleared away the manure, found the chirping bird, and promptly ate him.
The Moral of the Story:
