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, March 27, 2012

Off to get some money to my baby...

I was in the car and preening. Forlorning to myself that I hadn't worn the right shirt or pants. A little sparrow as bold as day said, "Mommy this is a big, bad, show your booty show, if you don't hop in there and buy those worms and get that money to your baby, you won't make it. I heard that they are already at the book fair. I heard Ezra lamenting that you didn't make it, myself. Get going. Don't worry that your pants don't fit right, all is fair in worm getting for your fledglings." I took that as a rush. I stopped preening and got out of the car. She showed her tailfeathers to me this morning, I tell you. I love how the sparrows yell.

And I did make it, just as they were leaving the book fair. We bought the book and he let me go. I love that baby.
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For the Birds?

For the Birds?
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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