Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Saturday, July 7, 2012

I saw a hummingbird!

Of Course, he was over at Obie's house.  I don't know what it is about that baby that makes the birds so excited. 
It looked like the hummingbird was following a queenbee, into the best rose.
The queenbee was flitting from flower to flower and the hummingbird waited for a hot second for the queenbee to finish with her third or fourth pollenation and then swiftly took a drink and hovered a bit and then flitted away.  
Time seems sped up for the hummingbird, in comparison to the bees.  I have seen hummingbirds before, but never so swiftly.
Life is a quick observation like that.   What a quick and fleeting thrill it was to see.   I couldn't go get anyone to watch it with me.  It symbolized what is going on in the house, I imagine.  The swift thrill of watching babyhood become toddlerhood, is as swift as that hummingbird and only the mommy and daddy are enjoying the thrill of the beauty.  Everybody else just enjoys the flowers when they bloom.

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Sparrow's Spring nest

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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