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, December 29, 2008

Daisy Duck is a superstitious bird.















Waddling is okay and everything, just not too close to the ladder. When I got to the park she was standing in one spot and I couldn't tell how long she had been in that condition.
Someone had told her that ladders were bad luck. She couldn't recall whether it was walking around the ladder or to the left of the ladder or under the ladder was unlucky. She stood there trying to remember which was the lucky side and which was the unlucky side.
I saw her and she wasn't phased by anything that I had to say to her. She was figuring which side was the lucky side and what to do to un mess her luck if she was wrong. She was stuck.














I watched as she made her decision which way to go. Everyone else at the park was enjoying the sun and the water. All was pleasant and bright. The Goose family was practicing their formations: line formation and star formation and they are presenting a new teardrop formation at the New Years paddle parade. They had quite alot of flaws to work out of their formations but they have a few days to work on it.
New Years up north is too cold for such goings on, but the southern birds have an entire shindig planned for New Years' Eve night.

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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