Fat Ball Fury

Young Mr Woodpecker doesn't believe in sharing. He hogs the feeder totally to himself and woe betide any sparrow or blue tit who tries to join him. Many a time I've seen a beak full of feathers go west (and woodpeckers have big beaks!) as a brave little fellow young enough to think himself invincible tries to dine with his greater spotted brother who's having none of it. So the woodpecker hangs on repelling all boarders and the queue builds up.

 I am reminded of a supermarket till when a dear shopper yaps away to the cashier and then takes an age packing her bags, oblivious to the fact that the queue behind her has reached epic proportions.

 Do the sparrows (or the fellow shoppers in the supermarket) become contemplative while they wait? Do they look around them at the minuntae of beauty that lives within ordinariness? Do they use the time to reflect on all the gifts of life? It would appear not! They strut and flutter and twirp and tweet until the woodpecker eventually leaves presumably with a headache and they all make a dash for the fat balls, arguing amongst themselves, pushing and shoving, having learnt from the woodpecker how to duff each other up more effectively.

 Eventually order is restored and the frantic fury dies down as 6 or 7 sparrows feed gracefully side by side hanging on as the feeder gently sways and the realisation that there is enough for everyone gradually sinks in and the truth that if they just get on with the business of eating and not worrying about the others who are indeed neighbours not rivals, then they can eat more, enjoy more and life is altogether better, calmer and more satisfying.

 So what can we learn from the woodpecker and the sparrows? What do we fight needlessly for? What are we always first in the queue for? What do we hang on to ? What gifts might waiting bless us with? What might sharing mean for us at this point in our lives?


A man spoke with the Lord about heaven and hell.

 The Lord said to the man,"Come, I will show you hell." They entered a room where a group of people sat around a huge pot of stew. Everyone was famished, desperate and starving. Each held a spoon that reached the pot, but each spoon had a handle so much longer than their own arm that it could not be used to get the stew into their own mouths. The suffering was terrible. "Come, now I will show you heaven,"the Lord said after a while. They entered another room, identical to the first - the pot of stew, the group of people, the same long-handled spoons. But there everyone was happy and well-nourished. "I don't understand,"said the man."Why are they happy here when they were miserable in the other room and everything was the same?" The Lord smiled,"Ah, it is simple,"he said."here they have learned to feed each other."




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Mary Stewart | Reply 04.06.2014 15.27


Anne Carter | Reply 03.09.2013 00.19

I loved this story when you read it this morning Lynne. thank you for your careful thoughts and apt insights. I'm so glad I could find it here and revisit it.

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hi ebook now available of Out of the Mist - it is very different from my other story but hope you like it -

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will do thanks again for your encouragemnet

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Great news - it would be good if you drop me a line when it is available. Thanks

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Hi i have just written a novella 38.000 words which i hope to self publish early next year thanks for your encouragement all good wishes lynne

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