Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Monday, March 10, 2014

Goosey Psychologist

Goosey seemed very empathetic at my story about En’s injury from a duck from years ago. She was just letting me go on and on about my anger with that duck. It bit my boy on the thumb and I was still holding a grudge, not against all ducks, mind you, but just that one duck. It is not nice to come to the park and talk about grudge of a duck. They don’t take well to that, but I will listen anyway, because it is clear that you need to get this off your chest. It was so nice of her to humor my violent expression. This little couple of birds did a bird version of a wheeley infront of us. I think that is bird for don’t listen to her, she is one of us, she would not have kicked that duck when it bit her son. 2 sets of birds did this in front of the goose, while she was listening to me. I think they have a coding and system of checking people out and that goose is the main judge of character on the pond. Either that or she is the pond psychologist. She was really cathartically humoring me.

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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