Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

The Goose grapevine told me that Ms. Bluejay's eggs hatched!


I missed her yesterday. It was a grey day, emotionally, and I didn't feel like rejoicing with Ms. Bluejay at her precious babies. She doesn't see another thing, these days. It is amazing that she used to be so vain. She keeps a little mirror on the side of the nest to primp herself, these days, but nothing like the old days, where she was constantly primping and polishing herself. Mr. Bluejay is happy that she has calmed down some. I actually think that I saw a feather out of place the other day. Not like her at all, to be focused on anything but her plumage and their placement. Growth indeed. Now she is a mommy and I hear her singing about it all the time. It is a pretty song, but I wasn't in the mood, yesterday.
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