Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Thursday, May 20, 2010

The Finch couple settle in!


The angels seemed to be playing; it was air polo that they were playing with the pollen in the courtyard today. Practice looked aggressive and there were more than a few tussles in the interaction that they had.
The teams paired off 2 by 2 and attempted to guide the little pollen balls into their planting ground. Discouragement that none of the couples could seem to get a handle on what to do with the pollen ball. I saw a couple of escalated arguments and I couldn’t blame them. There is little worse than an uncooperative air polo partner.
Meanwhile a finch family settled into the scenery around the building. She flew through the pollen and opened her mouth to show me the reason why they chose our building to build their home. Them's good picken's I said to her. She said not a word, but flew off to deposit her seeds into her nest for the coming hatch.
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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