This isn't normally the kind of thing I dream up, but it's been a bit of a sad time for a few days, what with snipers, Wellstone's death and other stuff, so I thought I'd post something light.
And inspirational, in a bird-brained sort of way.
My good wife Heather, also known as "Duckboots when she's posting to 'vegetation' threads, was just getting unthawed from the getaway, and was out the back surveying her garden in Autumn.
I called her attention to a small round (perhaps well-fed) bird, that was hopping around the bushes, and making little flight sorties of three or four feet. "Has that bird hurt itself"? I inquired, 'cause it really was goin' about it's business in a hesitant way. At that moment , our black cat came outta nowhere and made a dive for the 'injured' bird, grabbing it by the head, and claiming it as a new toy.
Duckboots moved as fast as I've ever seen her go, and made a dive for the cat, just getting her and lifting her to the skies.
Well there you had it...some kind of primeval cosmic occurence if ever there was one. The cat was shakin' the bird, Heather was shakin' the cat, and at any second I expected a "Monty Python" moment, with some even larger creature scooping up Heather and shaking HER!
I just stood there, rooted in one spot while the three creatures danced their little ballet. After what seemed an eternity (and a whole lotta shakin') the cat spit out the bird, who flew up towards the Heavens like a little rocket.
My knowledge of Bhuddism is nil, but I have it on good authority that she may have saved the life of one of my (or her) relatives.......Gotta be good karma......unless the great Deity is named Felix or Fritz.