Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Ellie the cow was the first to sit down and start chewing cud this morning.





The rest of the girls were still sniffing the blades; choosing the most choice and moist blades for first consumption. Ellie was done first and this didn't seem to phase the other girls in the least. We will be sitting and chewing for the rest of the day. That is our job, chewing cud to make the most succulent milk on the planet. They think very much of their job and that is why they are very careful to choose the perfect blades of grass, for eating. The rains and light mists were no deterrent or slowdown for their determined eating schedule. These girls are tremendous consumers of the grass. I love watching the gossip that they enter into on the rainy day, of course, Hess had her umbrella.


The sparrows had their rain dance with the turtle doves watching the show from the tiptops of the trees. It was adorable to see how they flew in formations and gave their friends a rain show that was truly worth their while to endure the wet weather to see.


I was so grateful the other day that God's timer included leaving the rainbow out for me to see when I got out of work. He certainly could have rolled it up, even 5 minutes earlier or caused the sunset to overtake it 5 minutes earlier. He didn't! He allowed me to see my very first complete semicircular rainbow from stem to stern. There must have been a pot of gold somewhere at either end it was so clear. I didn't have time to chase it to look or to photograph the wondrous spectacle.<

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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