When I walked outside, Mrs. Robin was in the tree. "The stuff the geese and ganders(they are liberated now) were saying has really gotten to me." She said, boldly, while petting and picking at her feathers to let me know what it means to get under her feathers.
I had never been reproved by a bird, before. I didn't know how to respond to her, even though I knew she was right. There was no preface and no preparation for her reproof, as people do. She just pulled out her right wing and pointed it in my face and said that the geese told her to talk to me and she did.
She said that she was watching me to see if I was sitting outside like I did with them, and she had reason to believe that what they had said to her was true.
With left wing on her hip, she gave me an ultimatum.
"I knew you would be out here, she said, the geese were right on the quill about you""At least, you did your hair, today, that says something."
I tried to ignore her, since the tea party with the crow she had kind of adopted me. Still, I am always offended at what she says to me. This time it was about the trees and walls and she tried to hide in the tree. She said I will not talk to you again until I see that you have mended your ways.
Even the robins are bad mouthing me. We are not bad mouthing you we are concerned...
Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker
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