Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Monday, August 25, 2008

No teaparties this week

for the robin family. The children are getting themselves ready for school in the field. Ms. Robin had too much to do around the nest and Mr. Robin carried the little ones on short stints back and forth to school to teach them of the dangers of travelling that far from home. They are so busy that they don't see me these days.

Friday, August 8, 2008

On a very weary day...

I walked around the building and stopped to see Mrs. Robin and Mr. Robin flitting from branch to branch in a playful romp beside the building. I was very discouraged this day because of circumstances and my demeanor was evident of that. Mrs. Robin was in the mood for giving me some instruction on controlling my relationship.
She flitted to the tree next to me and pooped right in front of me. That was the very first time she had done this. Mr. Robin flew completely the opposite direction and then flew to the top of the building as if to say, this is a bird joke, it is over your head. The point was that all of the mess that we worry about is just poop. She was showing me that what she usually does in private; she had to show me, to let me know that everything is going to be alright. You are leaning on that building right there as though you don't have a God in heaven. We are flying and trust God for every flap. What are you worrying about? I imagined her saying.
The two of them crack me up. "That is a bird joke..."

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Mrs. Swans class

was full of the top students from all of Charlotte. She had chosen them individually for their acumen in several of the areas of academic disciplines which make a bird astute. Cindy and Jen were especially gifted in music and played several instruments. Daisy and John were botanically instructed and knew all kinds of uses for the plants at the pond and in many other places. Sherry was a flight timing specialist and was very often called upon in class to do demonstrations of her prowess. Bobby and Calvin knew alot about the insects and not just how they tasted but what made them do what they do.
All together the class was alot of fun, but if Mrs. Swan didn't keep a strong hand on the class they would run all over her. She was a softee at heart, but she kept up a mean exterior so that she could keep order in the class.

Monday, August 4, 2008

A few of the duck children...

They are nearly grown now, came up to me during our picnic, to ask why Bobby pecked Daisy at the duck pond in University. What was Mrs. swan teaching them about Geometry?
The ducks in Lake Norman do not participate in higher education, as a rule. Food is so bountiful there that it is not necessary for them to engage their minds in acquiring it.
The Sparrows and the wrens were showing off how they are so well educated that they are able to calculate rates so precisely that a diamond needle is not safe hovering over the water admiring his reflection, even for a moment.
The ducks in Lake Norman stated that it doesn't take higher education for that.
They refuse to believe that those ",city slicker" University area geese and gander know more about hunting than they do. It is a real, if not humorous, source of contention between them. "3R's is all you need" Dad duck said. "Anything more than that is just pride and excess.
They read my periodicals, but they never saw the need for a bird to get as far as, lets say...Louis the trumpeter.
"Music, Geometry, the Sciences, of how people think is just filling a bird mind with wild notions." They really think that?

Friday, August 1, 2008

I had completely forgotten

that it was I who had begun the acquaintance with Mrs bluejay, last Autumn. She was waiting for the right moment to remind me of the fact that I had tried to feed her acorns last Fall. (How very aviarily ignorant.)
That seems so long ago now. Every bird that I know has had a quiver or two of fledgelings in and out of the nest and they are now enjoying the independence that comes when they fly away.
She had to remind me, because now is the season that the robins are enjoying themselves. Mrs robin has no time for me, now that her nestlings have flown the coop. So it was only Mrs bluejay and I enjoying our lunch together today. Mr bluejay is watching her from a distance these days and gives her the liberty to talk to me now. How very different from their spring fling when you couldn't squeeze a feather between them.
Imagine that...

jayne c walker's

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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