Sometimes It’s The Little Things

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I was standing next to my truck at work today, waiting to talk to an Overhead Crane technitian about a problem we were having with one of the 16 freaking overhead cranes we have when this little guy landed on the fiberglass cover on the bed, right next to my phone.

The little dude came out of nowhere and just decided to take a break I guess.

He didn’t even budge when I reached over and grabbed my phone to take this picture.

He just sat there for a minute then decided it was time to go. He opened up his wings, took off into the air and shortly disappeared amongst all the railroad cars in the yard next to the plant.

Not worried about politics, the surveillance state or boys thinking they are girls.

Just where he is going to find his next meal and where he is going to sleep tonight.

Maybe trying to find a mate and make some babies along the way.

Just as nature intended.

It was one of those rare moments that made me just glad to be alive so I could enjoy the moment and forget about all the bullshit for a second.

15 thoughts on “Sometimes It’s The Little Things”

  1. We have a workshop mouse. I feed it leftover bits of food when I can. She has made a nest in a rarely used junk drawer. We are surrounded by fields, which swarm with cats and hawks. It’s a hard life for a rodent. It feels good to do do something kind for the weak. Speaking of rodents and predators, the boss’s husband is a greedy pennypinching disrespectful incompetent stinky thieving cowardly twofaced malicious vindictive c*nt, so he is disqualified from rodent status and is somewhere downstream from homo commie trantifa leeches, if there are such things. His best attribute is absence, which he sadly neglects to perform.

  2. I vacuum up at least a half-dozen of them little bastards every day, even when it’s -30°.

    Some years there’s so many of them little fuckers they form drifts in unused corners.

    • Ja-pon-ee beetle.
      I’ve got ’em and can’t figure out how they’re getting into my house.

    • My Mama used to sing this little jingle when we would see a Ladybug.

      Ladybug,Ladybug fly away home, your house is on fire, your children will burn. And the ladybug would fly…. every time.

  4. Should have squashed that little bug except they stink to high heaven when squashed. I have thousands of them in my wood pile and somehow the crawl into the house along with flies. Damn nuisance and as George says, they bite.

  6. Every so often I’ll have a moment like that. Usually it’s in the spring when a unique and colorful bird or butterfly comes into view nearby, or I see a chipmunk or “baby” rabbits running around. Or when the spring flowers are in full bloom, particularly forsythia bushes, tulips and hyacinths; I’m momentarily relieved of the weight of all the bullshit life in this world piles on, and I can just stop and admire the wonder of nature.

    Sadly, those moments are all too brief and uncommon anymore, even when I step back from the grind, and go actively looking for them by skipping town and heading out to the sticks. One might say “there is no joy in Mudville, for mighty Ruckus has crashed out.”

  9. Long ago and far away I lived at a resort on one of the major area lakes around here. I had a some wheel estate (mobile home) overlooking the water and a golf cart to get up and down the hill.
    Sitting there under a big shade tree with my feet kicked up taking a break and watching the water while eating my peanut butter crackers and an apple a yearling Wren landed on my boot, then my knee, then the steering wheel, and finally on my index finger looking at the cracker I was holding.

    The most amazing thing was how WARM her little feet were!

    She tapped at the cracker a few times getting a bite or three then started looking at the apple I had in my other hand. I don’t know how long I had been holding my breath but I was still as stone. Not going for the apple she flitted back to the steering wheel, then my boot, and landed in the tree above me just singing up a storm.

    I laughed softly like an idiot for a good fifteen minutes, it was the most peace I had had in a long time.

    Wonders truly are all around us.

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