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 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?

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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