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, April 2, 2010

One Turtledove and an impudent sparrow.

I never thought that there could be an impudent sparrow. Ordinarily, they are so humble a creature. This one was afraid and did a dive as though he was threatening me. Mr. Turtledove schooled him on the QT.
She is our friend. I am glad that he knows that I am a friend. He must be part of Ms. Robins Bmail list. I never had met him before, but he was sitting on the limb, just as shocked by the behavior of little sparrow as I was.
Don’t you shoot me, little sparrow swooped and squawked. I just love looking at their little personalities. I wouldn’t shoot you little bird, unless’n I was hungry and I ain’t hungry. I don’t know if he and I will never be friends. He is just too impudent. Will we ever get over this younger generation of birds. Thankfully the stately Mr. turtledove was there to improve my thought of birds this morning or I would have been angry.
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