Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Father Robin took out the smart board.

The whole flock were travelling south and I saw them on a break, between here and Florida. Father Robin showed the flock the sine, cosine and tangent curves in the clouds and how they were growing closer in their rapidity which meant that snow was coming. Each row of clouds was counted and as they got to ten, he flew past them to mark the 5. I wasn't able to stay there till they counted all of the spirals. It was so interesting. Father Robin gives his fledglings all they need to travel with the flock successfully. None of them were lost and none of them were surprised or afraid of the weather.

The bunch of robins observing the clouds, like I look at the little clouds over the pond. How is the structure of the large clouds in ringlet lines like straw over the pond comparable to the huge spiral lines of clouds in the sky to the birds. They were looking at them to calculate something, it seemed. What would they be calculating from the ringlets? Gathering stuff, maybe severe weather, or maybe it tells them how far they have to go to get to the warmer weather. There was definitely some reconciling going on down there???

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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