Today, as I was leaving the supermarket I spotted a little bird hopping around near the door to the cafe area (obviously scavenging for food).
It was a little Starling. The reason it stood out to me was...it only had one leg.
Can you imagine?
In the process of collecting and buying my groceries, my mind had been filled with my worries and problems. "What to do about such and such." "How to go about sorting this thing out". Worrying and fretting and frowning and sighing.
Then I spotted this little bird. A bird going about its business as normally as all the other birds. No thought towards its disability.
Yet, this little bird is a survivor. After all it survived the winter, can avoid the neighbourhood cats, foxes and other wildlife.
If this little bird can thrive, and live a good life, then surely I can do the same thing. I don't have half the problems of this little one-legged bird.