Internet Floater: The Buzzard, The Bat, The Bumblebee

You know how dead bodies pop up in a river on a crime show on TV? That's kind of how an Internet Floater pops up--just when you think it's dead and gone.

This one, courtesy of my friend Perry, is a good one though. Thought-provoking as well as amusing. Good way to start a Monday.

The Buzzard, The Bat, The Bumblebee

If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8 feet and is entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of its ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of 10 to 12 feet. Without space to run, as is its habit, it will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.

The Bat

The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkable nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about
helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.

The Bumbletree

A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself.


In many ways, we are like the buzzard, the bat, and the bumblebee. We struggle about with all our problems and frustrations never realizing that all we have to do is look to our faith, whatever it may be.


Sorrow looks back. Worry looks around. Faith looks up. Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.

Takeaway Truth

Try to get through today without once grumbling, "I hate Monday."


  1. Lovely post, - thanks for typing it. You have made me feel a bit better now :)

  2. LK Watts ... Thank! I usually need a kickstart on Monday because I'm one of those people who moan and groan when I have to crawl out of bed on Monday. Sometimes I think I was a sloth in a previous life. *g*

    Have a good one!

  3. With my Day Job, Monday is my Friday, so you won't hear any grumbling from my end!