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, January 25, 2014

Next stop "Paroucia"...

Froggiepoo and snakey and I got on the train at 4th St. We had run up the stairs and that is not easy with your backpack in one hand and a tiny snake in the other. Thank God, Froggie had kept up with me hopping. I had to hold the door for a minute and he hopped the last steps limberly but a little slower than my long legs had taken me. There were people already on the train and other animals of every kind. We knew we wanted to go to Paroucia and everybody on the train had the same intention. I stuck snakey in my mouth and dropped my bag to grab froggy and make sure that he didn't fall between the entrance and the door of the train. The people on the train had determined to get to know one another. They were singing and praising and grateful to be on the way. Froggie and snakey set themselves in my bag and fell asleep. It was an arduous trip up the stairs and we had to catch our breath.
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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