Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Mrs. Swan was holding her usual evening

Geometry class at the pond. "Class" she sighed "I noticed that a great many of you are attempting to enter the water with no ripples at all, this is not good." With that said she wiggled her tail ever so gracefully, as usual.
Her class, never knew how to take what she was saying. The cobs didn't know whether to correct her or just listen. They chose the latter, in the hopes that, if they didn't interrupt, she would finish quickly and they would get back to the business of free play; which was their major these days.
"The reason I just rippled, is because, as you can plainly see, the ripples that I make flow away from my body in a circular set of rhythms across the pond." The children sighed and set back in the water for a long oration from her, there was no chance that they were going to get to play moonbeam hop on the water tonight, Mrs. Swan was always long winded when it comes to geometry. She was trying to make sure that her young students had every advantage in acquiring the food that they needed to become healthy and strong. The cobs especially took every breath that she took and every pause in her words to cause a rucus. "Bobby! that is not nice!" she yelled, while flapping her wings. You did not want to make Mrs. Swan flap her wings, it meant a note home for sure because she had wanted to hit someone. "Bobby, no pecking at Daisy, do you hear me, absolutely no pecking at anyone other than yourself! Do I make myself clear, that you will be getting a note home and have other consequences, most certainly for pecking at Daisy like that? Look at her, she is crying and all because you were trying to get her attention. Oh my, children, All but Daisy and Bobby, take a break!"
Everyone wanted to kiss Bobby for doing that, it was the full moon and they always played jump the moonbeam as the moon came onto the pond at first shine. Mrs. Swan didn't remember that when she scheduled this extra Geometry class for her growing class...

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For the Birds?

For the Birds?
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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