Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Another Blessed Rainy Day!

The Sparrow peeps are enjoying a well needed bath with oneanother on this rainy spring day. Its been raining for 4 or 5 days, now.

There are 3 of them splashing around in there and they get along with one or another pokes in the eye and pecking one another is par for the course in a tight nest, like they have.

Mother and father sparrow have all their senses about them as they referee the nesting fun. It did not look like fun this morning as mother sparrow pulled the 2 insigators off of eachother. "Little birds in their nest agree!" was her delightful command to them. They got the message and stopped splashing one another for sport. Peace has to reign in the nest if they are to survive and go to the next level of flying practice one fine day. For now it is warming themselves with the spongy wet feathers...

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

The trees around the building are in full bloom

now and I can hardly remember the snow which covered the hill a couple of weeks ago. I went skiing on there with the blackbirds and I was going to write about it but I put it off and now I can't even remember the fun that we had for the beauty of the new blooms in my admiration.

Queen bee was calling the lines yesterday for a very intense match that the yellowjacks were having. She is far sighted and has to move about every now and again to catch the lines when the ball is going out.
The yellowjacks were on the farthest court and I accidently stood between Queen bee and the match and she got perturbed but just paced back and forth waiting for me to move and clear her vision for the match. When I moved then I heard her yell, Out. I said what is out. When I looked down I could see the bees had used the peonies dance floor to play a game of tennis. It was superb. They are really brilliant in their fun making while they are at work. Queen bee was far off in the bushes and had to stay there to call the lines. When she got upset about a missed shot, she would fly back and forth humming and mumbling interjections to herself, so as not to let the little yellowjacks hear her exclamations. Far be it from her to corrupt the morals of these minors. She gets so very upset about it she doesn't know what else to say. They had a good time and then they went back to the hive with lots and lots of pollen for the honey.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Yesterday, Mr. Sparrow,

Let me know in no uncertain terms that he was severely offended at me. It is not often that the sparrows get offended. They are not like the bluejays who constantly are aware of themselves. Ordinarily they are oblivious to me and anything that I am doing. I know that we are friends by the fact that they never poop on my stoop and they visit me on their rounds every day.
They haven't come, yet this morning, by the way. Yesterday, however, I thought that I would get rid of one of my daughter's, supposedly edible creations, by sending a piece of it out the back door for my friends the sparrows, who are starting a family not far from here.
Our dog wouldn't eat it for treats it had turned very hard and I was afraid that if we threw it in the trash Elyse would be offended. Well, Mr. Sparrow, had my head, so to speak. He came to my mail box and sat out there on it as if to say that his wing was on his hip. How dare you try to poison my sweet wife with that cement that you threw out to us. A few choice words followed that and then he flew off and suffice it to say that he hasn't been back since. I guess he doesn't like the old corned bread experiment. shhhh, I didn't tell my daughter that they were so offended...

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Rosie Robin was sitting in the peach tree...

when pop, a bloom openned up right under her nose. That had never happened to me before and certainly not to her.
The recent rains had made the trees so ready to bloom that, upon the first couple of hours of sunlight they were in full bloom.
Rosie did a sweet little flitting dance in a circle and back around the tree. It looked as though she was moving in a formation that was the same as the shape of the bloom and how it popped. She was so cute.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

The Blackbirds are back in line, Mrs. Bluejay admires her eggs...

You would never have known that they had stepped off the manuevers, when Pop Blackbird came back. Not a peep out of anybody to Pop, as far as he's concerned, life only continues when he is in their midst. I cannot even imagine what he would have said, if he knew what happened while he was gone.

Mrs. Bluejay flew to the top of the tallest tree in the forum and sang the sweetest song to the relief of having delivered the eggs. It went like this.

I wasn't fat, just carrying eggs.
I look pretty now and I can see my tail,
But nothing is so beautiful as my eggs in the nest,
Come over to see them when you can.

She is always so self centered. Laying her eggs hasn't changed her a bit.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Yesterday the couples were showing their husbands the worm hunting strategies of the South.

I could not understand the linear methods of these southern robins. The husbands were staring at their linear methods with jaundice eye. There is no such thing as linear worm hunting in the north. We go where every the wind takes us. We don't ask our dad if it is time to go worm hunting we eat whatever and whereever there is food. The arguments became heated and the male birds sulked in the tree for over an hour and they are thinking about moving because they refuse to let Dad Robin dictate the eating habits of their families.

Mr. Robin would be more than happy if they did move. The girls don't want to be that far away from their mother.
Robin conflicts!

Saturday, March 7, 2009

The Blackbirds get "boogy fever"

Pop took a trip and the entire group of Blackbirds were completely out of character, when I saw them. They were dancing and jumping and playing and flying around. They took Pop's maneuver book and stomped on it while they danced and shouted. It was a happy kind of dance and I felt good that I could see why Pop keeps such a tight reign on them because they are wild birds, I say.
They had absolutely no decorum, when Pop's back was turned. I really can't wait until Pop gets back to see what he has to say about this unbecomming behavior.
Or, will they tell him? There is always one snitch, isn't there?

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Two days ago, I was confronted, directly...

By Mrs. Bluejay. I would never want to offend her, she is one of my eldest friends there, at work. She was highly offended that I shared about her weight changes and how it had affected her relationship with Mr. Bluejay.
She showed my quite, matterof factly that she was not without the ability to shake her tail, she just had not had any reason to at that particular moment of the day that she saw me.
Seems that she used to shake her tail incessantly for Mr. Bluejay and now her tail had cooled, prodigiously.
I apologized and she accepted and we are friends again. But while she was showing me her tail shaking antics, behind Mr. Bluejay's back, so to speak. She lost 2 aphids which were going to be her mid morning snack. She's eating for herself and her eggies.

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