Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Saturday, May 15, 2010

The Turtledoves had a big tiff!


I passed the 2 turtledove couples, this morning. The one couple was coooing at eachother as usual and the other were huffing. What is wrong, Ms. Turtledove, I asked. He is in an attitude. Why? He completely misunderstood what I said. The design of our nest, he thinks is his to do. I said that something looked stupid and he thought that I said that he was stupid. You didn't, I chuckled. That is absolutely not like you. I know, but I was not in any mood for the nonsense today. I can totally identify, I retorted. Aren't they a cute couple, I pointed out the other turtledove couple, who were cooing at eachother. They are still in the enchantment stage, she said. I like the settled committed love, where you can say whatever and still enjoy one another's company. We popped 5 and I went to the store. I will get my talking to later, I know!
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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