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, May 4, 2010

***~~~***Bluejay Love! American Style***~~~***


Mom and Pop Bluejay are religious about PSA, Public Shows of Affection. I caught them in the courtyard this morning. They nearly cussed me out, the both of them. They thought it was safe at 7 am, to be public"SA"(showing affections), in the garden: but they flew off in a huff, when I decided to catch them in the act.

I am sorry, Mom and Pop. I didn’t mean to mess up “yo’ thang”. We could take a lesson from them.

The sparrows were busy about meal hunting, theirs is nothing of the affectionate kind of relationship of the bluejays, always pouring compliments and such upon one another. They were as surprised as I was that the pansy bed was such a nice place for the bluejays and that they were offended that I decided to have breakfast there. I thought you were part of the bluejay family. Daisy Sparrow said, I always wondered where the mom and pop bluejays went, with all those baby sparrows in the nest, you know they can kiss there. Now, we all know. They are found out.
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