Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Friday, January 15, 2010

Tracy Sparrow shows her craft


Tracy Sparrow wanted to show me what she had done with her twigs from Christmas. When I walked around the building, she played hide and go seek and then jumped out to say boo. I was surprised, but not shocked. Hi Tracy.
She flew over and showed me her twig whittling that she had been working on, since Christmas. That is adorable I oogled. She flew off in an encouraged way. It is hard for mother sparrow, no matter how she tries, their doctrine forbids, fawning over the peeps and that has made Tracy a glutton for attention, being the 4th peep to have hatched from the nest. They never seem to see anything she does and they never seem to acknowledge, when they do see. I really did admire her work, but I oogled more because it was Tracy, than I ordinarily would have.

Mrs. Bluejay was showing off her new shape and ridiculing my slower pace, these days. I told her that my knee was hurting still, she just waved her tail to show me that she has no problem in that area this season. I said, so what!
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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