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, April 23, 2009

Pleasantries in pleasant trees!






Olive Owl is awake when every other bird is nested down. The other birds wake her up for consultation. She knows alot more than the other birds about the things that they don't know, because she is awake when they are asleep. She is also aware of the coming darkness when there is light. So her eyes are keener than the other birds.
Good morning, Mrs. Bluejay said to Mrs Owl this morning. Mr. Bluejay has a cranky beak this morning. Olive was too tired to have a long conversation about it, but she is a dear friend of Mrs. Bluejay. We aren't spring hatchlings anymore, you have to learn to work it out, she retorted, a little insensitively, because of her weariness. You might try some pleasantries, she whisperred and then she was fast asleep. Mrs. Bluejay tried to wake her, but after the long speech she shared with Olive, she realized that there was no response and no way to wake her and all she came away from the conversation with was pleasant trees. Off she flew to look for the pleasant trees that Olive was talking about.

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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