We are such little people.  Watching the birds at our feeder the other day, I marveled at how those little creatures are able to keep warm in temperatures that drive most of us inside for months.  Seemingly indifferent to the wind and falling snow, they flit about the feeder, packing seed after seed into their tiny stomachs.  Below them, scurrying about the ground, the squirrels ply their trade, burrowing into the snow, looking for any crumb or morsel they can find.  Sometimes they eat it on the spot; other times they grab it in their teeth and ramble away to their drays above the forest.
      Or when I see the Canada geese winging their way across the land, happily strutting through the snow, poking their beaks at the cold, I realize anew why the very best sleeping bags are filled with goose down.  What the geese probably don't think about we study intensively, seeking ways to use it to exercise and participate in our longings for things wild.  We who are supposedly the most intelligent animals must in the end use those who are supposedly not as smart as we to go places where we do not normally go, to step outside our everyday to find adventure.  We are dependent upon creatures much small than we, creatures who are not independently aware of their existence.
     How ironic that the most mighty must learn from the littlest among them.  It's the beauty of a world not made by those living in it, a world that whether one believes it was created by God or not, is a world that were we to design it, we would likely never do so in quite this way.
     We are little people of great creativity yet finite imagination.  Happily, we are not alone.