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.