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, April 7, 2010

The Heat has come upon us, seemingly early. An Easter Day observation


The April flowers are blooming and flourishing. The April showers came in March and the April flowers are such a comfort. Sunday was so hot and beautiful, I was delighted to see the beauty of the Spring sky and landscape. It looked like the horses were all looking for refuge from the heat. Their noses were breathing in the cool from the grass and standing as still as they could. I thought that the cows would be doing likewise. I was surprised that they were in the field playing tag. They had a race across the field and were playing freeze tag when all the other creatures were seeking refuge from the heat. I was giggling that they have no concept that their size should keep them from being so gregarious. The whole lot of them were running and romping in the field like my younguns.
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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