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, 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.
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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