Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Mrs. Robin

has read all the latest hatchling quarterly magazines and watches Dr. Martha Robin everyday, to stay up to date with the state of the art robin development.
I can't keep up with her, she is so witty and knowledgable of her job. I'll tell you more of that later...
Ordinarily, Mrs Robin doesn't trust the geese for anything but the latest gossip. She says that they are entirely too worldly, for her close association with them and far too lenient with their hatchlings, too. Her good breeding doesn't allow her to tell them that and dont you tell them either, they would be mortified. When she's with them she seems totally at ease and comfortable. They have taken her into their strictest confidence at times and would be appalled to know what she really thinks of their acquaintance.
That is really none of my business; except, as a mutual acquaintance of them both, so as not to offend either.
Mrs Robin, recently read in the Encyclopedia of the Well Bred Robin that what Mr Robin has been purporting for seasons about color choices is completely wrong for robin brain development. She went on and on to me that the dull colors make the children sullen and cross and has even, in rare occasions been implicated in some hatchlings pecking eachother out of the nest prematurely.
At first, Mr. Robin had no time for such chatter about new philosophies and they endured a week of heated arguments on the subject. They were truly at an impass.
Mr. Robin thought his wife had gotten this stuff from me and I didn't see them for a while as they visited the robin library for her to show him this in "robin scratch". Her words for how they write.
Mr. Robin conceded to higher learning. "Far be it from me", he said, "to hinder the progress of our species." Still, he had a hard time reconciling that it was good enough for their prior hatchlings...
They came to a compromise, just the same. The walls of the nest were brightened with tulip petals and the palest shades of dry grass were the bedding, for obvious reasons. She let him win on that. ;)

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Sparrow's Spring nest

Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow were caught, by me yesterday, shopping together for a new home. They flitted and flirted, just outside my window. Talking and discussing and lovingly disagreeing, if not arguing the benefits and the pitfalls of living at our house.
Mrs. Sparrow was very impressed with the 2 "ready made" nests hung outside our window. Mr. Sparrow hadn't even thought of them as "ready-made" nests. He used them for the provision of building materials for the private home that he had in mind in a surprise and hidden place. He doesn't like the openness, at all, of our porch. It's much too populated. When Mr. Sparrow gets it into his mind to give his sweet chicky a peck, he wants the freedom to do it without a bunch of younguns peeking over the nest to see what comes next.
Mrs. Sparrow was impressed that the porch was fully protected from hailstones. We all know what happened to a great many of last years' nests in that surprise hailstorm we had. Male birds seem to have a very short memory for storms. They have only one thing in mind in the nest building season... 03/09