PreChristmas puppetshow:00)

Oby was the talk of the town, this morning!

I was so vain as to think that they were peeping about me. I took my table out to give it a light coat of paint and Mrs. Blue thought that I was granting her a perch to broadcast the news. I don't know what new thing that baby was up to last night, but the entire bird neighborhood was up in arms.
How dare you think that we would make all of this noise about you, was the rebuffing of the blackbirds to me. Well, if I were a person I would go right inside to see his beautiful face. And with that, he opened the vent holes with his beak and tried to press himself into the house to show me, his intention. I was, certainly impressed with their attempts to allow me the fun of being a part of the bird gossip, without a single particular, except to know that they are aware of every baby in the neighborhood and their faintest wimper and the first of everything that they do, but not I. "And you call yourself a "mommy"!"Hrummmmph!"

Helen said goodbye this morning...

It was set in Braille. Clearly set dots on the arms of the chairs, outside my back door, from the morning dew, was a special message. I said, Helen, you know that I don't read Braille. She said, I guess that makes you stupid, as well as blind, deaf and dumb. We both giggled at the mutuality of that thought. I promised to try to learn Braille and she promised to send me imaginative conversation, in mystic sweet communion. Mostly, my imagination, but delightful to have gotten to know her humorous self. I must say she is so very funny. I never would have thought so. I shall have to attempt to find facts and biography her, if I have a moment to.
I felt our hearts were knit and that when I get to heaven, I will have a friend already there.

Angel Light Show.

In my imagination, I made a deal with the angel.

You will not plant those Dusty Miller or the Viola's before Friday, he said to me. I will. I have every intention of planting those plants. If you plant those plants, I will send a rain and you won't have to water them. He knows that I hate watering. I always try to get the children to water and I have been trying to put together a watering system into the ground and haven't yet.
Half done and he is hovering with the clouds threatening me with the answer. He knows that I am too lazy today to plant the rest. I really need a shovel and a hoe, but he may give me partial credit. I hope so, otherwise, it will be a watering Saturday for me. :)

Curious Sparrow!

It does take quite a lot of energy for a sparrow to hover. She was hovering though. She was trying to get a peak of the new baby. I heard he smiled yesterday, a little bird, another bird, told me. I had no idea that the sparrows were so enamored with this new neighbor that we had. He is special. I saw that myself, all babies are special, but usually I am so caring about the baby that I never get to see how the wildlife about respond. I don’t know if it was the whiff of the baby fresh detergent in their exhausts or the sound of the momma singing gently to him in the night, but there was some gentleness that drew the sparrows to spend time at their house this morning.

Sparrows are very particular, mind you. The bluejays will take on every level of maternal child nosiness, from infancy to old age. I have seen bluejays but into my conversations with my children on every level and with my mother, when they have ought to, but not the sparrows. Sparrows are very careful to but in on only the very tenderest of moments. There must have been a bonding that took place with baby.


I loved how Mr Sparrow accommodated his wife by setting a perch on the tippiest top of the roof, while mother sparrow flitted from window to window to get a peak. He had something to say, but certainly never dissuaded her curiosity on the little fellow. If you must see him, I will wait for you to catch, even the slightest glimpse of this little fellow. He must be a dear one, if you’ve lavished such attention on him and haven’t seen him yet. The sparrow grapevine is aglow with what special attention momma and baby are enjoying, in these days. They can’t know how quickly it will pass and I must see it, said Mrs. Sparrow to her husband.

She kept a short breath under the eves of the overhang, to give herself a break while she caught her second wind.


I have seen him and I know that he is every bit as breathtaking and in love with his mother, as the sparrows have heard, but Mrs. Sparrow wouldn’t accept my word for it.

The Chicken, Bluejay Controversy

The bluejays are sticklers for time. I just love that about them. This morning she said, if you fly like this and do just like I am doing, to the opposite, you will beat that truck that is coming down the hill. They really care that Elyse get to the children on time. Sure enough, when we got to the corner, there was just enough time to stop at the stop sign and beat the truck that was coming down the hill. How do they know that? I just wonder. How do they always have the syncopation right on target? It must be learned, we are human and have far more advanced brain structure and we have to learn those things. It is like when I am on the court and I see the girl going to hit a drop shot and I am back court, my mind is calculating the amt of time that it will take me to get to the net, I immediately change my course and hotfoot it to the net to attempt to get to the shortball and my instincts now say put it away. My dad drilled that putaway shot into my DNA so much that even if I try to pattycake the ball after the drop shot, there is no other shot to do from the far forehand or back hand side but a topspin cross court. Birds have that all the time. The calculations seem to be instinctive in them. The bluejays seem to tell me because they are show offs in that way. Watch this! They have always been prodding me to show off in front of the children so that they can catch what I have. Your father took you on the court and hit thousands of drop shot to you and why would you deny your children that brain development. I am sorry. They will get other things from me. We just don’t seem to have the time for thousands of dropshots. What good did it do? I asked them, so everyday, the bluejays show me the good that it does them to have that calculation ingrained in their DNA, so to speak. Okay, Okay, I got it this morning. I will try to in grain time calculations into them. We cannot learn, what we don’t practice. “SHOW OFF”, I retort back to them. “Chicken”, they yell back.