Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Monday, February 15, 2010

Presnow Sparrow games.


Yesterday, Ms. Oak was in such a tizzy. "Snow is coming" she whined. "That means that I will be stuck inside icicles and snow for who knows how long." The sparrow family came to comfort her and give her tickles. They jumped from branch to branch, making her laugh and shaking her, because they knew it was going to be a while before she would feel anything in her extremities.
They made a game out of it. In the end they had shaken all of her outer branches and forced the needed nutrients to her extremities in the funnest game that I have seen the sparrows play.
Look, mother, said Sally Sparrow. Look how high that I am boinging on this branch. Davy Sparrow started to compete with her. "Bet you can’t go this high!" "Yes, I can!" They laughed together and Ms. Oak had totally forgotten that she was upset, by the end of the game.
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Friday, February 5, 2010

The Robins came back from their vacation at Disney.

I saw them on their way back north. It probably will not be raining, because they never would have braved it back this way, if snow were coming.
They were just as fat as I have seen them. They must've had a Thanksgiving feast with the Florida cousins. I cannot imagine what type of delicacies were on the table of the cousins. I can't wait to see the family reunion planned for this summer in the Robin family. Great Grandma and Pop Robin are coming up to see the new babies of the couples when they hatch. So much to look forward to, this Spring. Mother Robin, is now Grandmother Robin and it is a new season of life for them.
For the love of fat robins.
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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