Yesterday, I had the delightful pleasure of spending an hour with Mr. Turtle.

We had made acquaintance before, when I brought my unwanted 'nilla wafers to the park and fed it to the ducks. He enjoyed them and wanted me to know so. He poked his head out of the water and said Howdy do to me. He requested if I had anymore of the sweet pastries that I had given him before. I told him that I hadn't any and expected him to go about his business. He let me know, in no uncertain terms that we had struck up a friendship that I would have no choice, but to accept. In turtle, when you give them 'nilla wafers, it is as much as asking him to come home with you. I was a little surprised at this. He started then and there to tell me about his venture to the pond and the few, but true friend that he has there. He was concerned that the rain clouds were looming and my shell didn't look water proof to him. I assured him that I had no intention of staying outside in the rain and that my husband was expected to pick me up soon. He kept me company with his head poked out of the water for the whole hour. I was pleasantly kept company by him, while the waterfowl went about their business. It seems that the birds are camera hogs and if I am not taking their picture, or feeding them, they have no business for me. Just as well. I got to know another creature at the pond.




After this I met the pond bluejay family of 3 or 4 little peeps in the tree outside Chik Filet. They were so sensitive. I guess they have to be, living on a busy corner like they do. She was especially repugnant to me, as I tried to explain my fledgling naturalist tendencies. She wanted nothing to do with that. Get away from my nest. I took a few pictures before I got totally offended and chose another spot to wait for my husband.

How did the Swan couple get back together?

Well, It was a perfectly sunny and beautiful day. The storms had ended and the cob had been totally dejected that he had to spend the storm week apart from his pin and his swanlings.
It was upsetting to him to have been alone in the lightning and thunder. His conscience smot him for having been so mean and thoughtless of his beloved. He saw her head, when it began to droop and he had gotten a tinge of pride at having humbled her, he thought it was worth it. He noticed that the loss of swanly dignity quickly grew into dejection and his constant ridicule had been the cause. He was sorry, now, but it was not in a cob's nature to apologize. He spent an entire week away from the nest and it was getting to him.


On the other hand, the peeps had kept Mrs. Swan so busy that she had hardly noticed the time. She did miss the sense of protection that Mr. Cobb gave her, if not his fond embraces, in the storm.
They came from opposite sides of the pond, determined, in their minds and hearts to beg the other's forgiveness and reconciliation.
The whole pond was the audience as their regal swim with wings outstretched to oneanother, went from the usual to a spectacle. They met in the middle of the pond and the spars that flew were seen beyond the fountain that they caused by their embraces in the middle of the pond. The water was applauding and the other birds were applauding. All of the peeps on the pond, put their wings over their eyes.

When they caught their breath, they said to one another, let's never be angry again, okay?

Swan Reconciliation!

I felt like singing "Reunited" with them, as I saw them oogling at one another today. A couple of days in the dog house, for Mr. Swan, was just what it took to make a cob humble and easier to live with. The pond was not big enough to keep their love from one another. The ducks just quacked. They never wait until their heads are nearly bent over to keep their males in order. A Pen "female swan" is a timid creature and sometimes the judgement of charity makes her take entirely too much, even from a human perspective.
Anyway, I am happy that they are enjoying the reconciliation of their relationship. It is cute to see Mr. Cobb beg? :/

Euclid spiders and feuding swans

I went outside on my break and saw 3 very well woven spiderwebs on the tree outside my job door. These webs were carefully woven and hexagonal in 3 dimensions. I am not a student of webs or spiders, but admired the scientific beauty. They were parallel to one another, but on different levels of the tree. I noticed some of the similarities and here are my admirations and observations.
The spider is the best example of Euclid and the geometry theorem that I can see in nature. They are calculating the trajectory of the downward spiral of the caterpillar and the best way to catch them for a good nutritious meal for the family. Their webs are spun by theorem and their webs are utilizing the alternate interior angles of the tree or the vine that they utilize to hold their web. Calculations and memorization of these theorem will assist tremendously in the calculations of a person’s life and home.

I think that it is Helen Keller on cloud duty when the clouds are light and not as clearly defined as at other times. There are beautiful distinctions in the clouds, but not as dark outer lines as usual and always in sign language positions.
I love it when Helen Keller is on cloud duty. All of the clouds look like finger signs. There are hands and okay signs all over the place. She must be so happy to see and do beautiful artwork and I rejoice with her, when I imagine her on cloud duty. What an amazing teeny weeny cloud I saw in the sky on the way back from dropping Ben. I thought that is an Elijah cloud, just one tiny little cloud to signify the hugeness of the help of God. I am always hoping for rain down here. A tiny cloud is a nice thing to wish upon.


The swans were practicing individual swimming, the other day. Mrs. Swan looked abused and discouraged. I think that Mr. Swan had been overbearing.
Her head was drooped and I was wondering what was wrong with her. Well, since that day, I noticed that they are having an amicable separation. She couldn’t take it anymore and she gave him some distance to think about. She looked much better as a result of this. He looked a little humbler.
Her self esteem was much better and she was able to swim to the end of the pond without getting yelled at. What a good thing to see her growing and swimming and happy. The swanlings looked sadder, though.

The Lizard came out and sat quietly on the rock wall.

Ms. Blue was schooling me on how not to look like a predator, to the lizard. When I first met you, I thought you were a predator, because you look so hard. She saw the little lizard from a long way off. Are you planning to eat the lizard, she asked, beak in wing. You will never catch him staring at him that way. She came down to the branch to show me how to look inconspicuous. She turned her back to the lizard, as though he wasn’t even there. I know you see him, Ms. Blue, I said. First, she stared at me and said, this is what I want you to do. This is what you are doing and this is what I want you to do. Then, she turned tail to me and the lizard. She stared at the sky as though she had nothing else to do. If I were a bird your size, I would consider that lizard a tasty treat for myself and my hatchlings. No thank you, I am not too fond of eating lizards.
I had to laugh that she thought she would school me on that subject. She is so adorable, how she takes me under wing. Completely different from my classes from Ms. Robin who told me about, considering and not, my husbands wants and wishes. Some of them are to be accepted and some are to fall like water off… Well I need say no more. Now in the class from the Blue’s it is always about when and what to show. They are a family of excellence and showiness. Ostentation is their middle name. I appreciate the class.

I had heard Mr. Bluejay singing about his wife's efforts, but...

Yesterday Mrs. Bluejay showed me her nest. I had passed it so many times. I never knew it was there. She had to check on them after the storm clouds cleared. She startled me and flew out from right in front of me. Tell me this is not the best tree to put a nest in. Right in front of everybody, but nobody sees it. I applauded her suttle choice. I tried to take a picture without disturbing the nest.
I couldn't catch her on the nest, she is too shy for that. She really got offended when I took my camera out. She flew away and gave me such a talking to from the lightpost, I thought that she would never talk to me again. Then, she cooled down and chalked the whole incident up to human ignorance. We parted friends.

The goose family entertain my brooding.

The goose family was very persistent in teaching their 6 chicks how to dig for worms on the side of the pond. Mrs Goose kept the children at their lessons, when I passed yesterday. Father Goose was surprised that I didn’t stop and admire his busy and happy family. It wasn’t that I didn’t admire them, I didn’t want to mess up the lessons that they were obviously so engrossed in. Are you going to mess up our class, He looked at me. I said I would never interrupt Mother Goose directing her chicks. They finished their class and found me, later as I was sitting and stewing at being late for my own baby’s awards ceremony.
I can never forget the breathtaking feeling when I accidentally turned to the back of the program for graduation and saw that I was the general excellence medal winner. I didn’t hear another thing at the ceremony. Elizabeth, tapped me from the end of the aisle. Jayne, you are the general excellence. I can’t believe it. Nobody knew that I was. I kept my grades to myself as much as possible. I thought Joy would be the general excellence. She read so fast and well, out loud. I always stuttered when I could hear my own voice and my face got hot, if it were anything that we had to do in public. How could Jayne be general excellence, when her handwriting looks like special ed? That was a good question. I did work hard