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Tuesday, April 12, 2011
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.
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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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