The Little Bird.

I played golf yesterday along the shores of the river Forth. As the day drew to a close the sunset was out of this world. 

Another thing watched were the birds gathering in preparation for the evening roost. A large gathering of many different birds could be seen. Many of the summer visitors have left the shores and begun their journey to warmer climes. In the gathering cold of the evening, I was thinking it would be nice to join them, my fingers were stiff with the cold as we finished.

I am not sure if I have told the tale of the little bird that had begun its migratory journey but I shared it with my son yesterday in the context of a discussion we were having about work and work colleagues. 

Before telling it can I say I tried very hard to find a better word the one of the ones used but none of them sounded right in the context of the tale. 

A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. 

While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! 

He lay there all warm and happy and soon began to sing for joy. 

A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.

The moral of the story is this. 

Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.

Not everyone who gets you out of it is your friend.

When you are deep in it the best thing to do is to keep your mouth shut. 

It is good to know who your true friends are in life before acting as if everybody is a friend. 

Have a marvellous day and stay warm.