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Wednesday, June 30, 2010
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.
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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
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
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