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, July 9, 2008

"I Hope that you are talking about me,"

said Mrs. Bluejay when she read what I was writing, over my shoulder. I don't explain myself to birds, I huffed. I get absolutely no privacy from you. That's what friendship is all about she cried. Is your knee better? I haven't seen you showing off your wing feathers to the goslings, I mean walkerlings lately...
Would you mind your business, I huffed again. I was not in the mood for her meddlings. Good friends can say that to one another and Mrs. Bluejay wasn't taken aback in the least; she just clicked her bird feet on the branch, shook her tail at me and flew off.
The cardinals thought we had had an argument and came by to offer their sympathies to me. We did not have an argument, I said. I am trying to sort out my thoughts about something. Would you leave me alone. Them, you don't have to tell twice. Off they flew.
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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