Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Thursday, October 16, 2008

FULL MOON WANDERINGS Last night, the fawn children

left school after dark. It was a full moon, so mother Doe was not afraid that they would get lost. They know their way from school home.
They did have a little problem crossing the street, though. At first, it was dark when they touched the firm surface of the asphalt street. Betty and Denise wanted to run home, but curious Joey thought he saw some tasty treat on the ground and it was a bug. He stood there enamored with the sight of the bug on the surface of the ground when lights started to come toward him. The sisters came out to guide him to safety, but that was too close for comfort for the three and they were happy to get home to mother Doe safe and sound and tell the story over their midnight snack.
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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