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, June 15, 2010

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.
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Sparrow's Spring nest

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