Now we see through a glass darkly

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

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...
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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