Where are you, starlings?

Today, you should have seen them clapping their wings and flying at the same time. They were so proud of themselves. The group one was done their early mourning routine and I was looking and looking for group 2. Where are they, I wondered when we got to the light and, there they were. Swooping out of a tree to cross the street right in front of us as we were at the light. Did you like how we timed that one? They giggled, as they were on their way.

They are coordinated personally and as a group together. It takes so much to be of one mind, like that. Moving in syncapation and yet individually. Not a laggard in the bunch, I'd say. They swooped down, nearly touched the cars at the light and then swooped together over the light wire and were on their way back around to antagonize the cows, a little later on in the day. I was delighted that they know how much that tickles me. Their personality is so thoughtful and yet playful, that they antagonize the cows and entertain me at the same time.

What sweet providences!

"Starlingette" City!

Those Starlings certainly own Pitts School Road, in that area. And they have a strict schedule, for sure. Today I passed and they were already, some of them resting from the early runs that they had made and some of them on the second lap of their day's runs. I was too late to see the fun of their morning to each irritate one of the cows, before they are awake enough to be unalarmed. Every morning they choose a target and come just close enough to her ear to make her jump as high as a cow can in the morning. They nearly choke on the mouthful of grass that they are working on at that moment. Each morning it is a new game, because they seem to forget that it happens every day. They all laugh over it after it is past, but when it happens it is the alarm of the cow's morning.

The angel’s love that song that the Gaither’s sing. They came down to tell me so, this morning. We hardly have as much fun as when that song is sung, it is such fun. They brought the whole wing closet down close for me to see this and that set of wings that they wear for this and that occasion. It is true that we don’t rejoice about those little things, but our closet doesn’t look like yours, they teased. They are always getting on me about the condition of my closet. That is our constant interaction. This is how we hang our wings here and there in the sky. I know, I know. It takes just a minute. I know! We were laughing about it in the “Vocative Mood”.

I love taking the sidestreets to work. Just a little bit off the highway and the cows are delightfully gossiping over breakfast. The starlings were the topic this morning.

On Pitts School Road, it is the starling’s job to wake up the cows. They, of course, don’t think that the starlings are waking them up. They consider themselves already awake.

Wake up, the starlings dart from clatch to clatch, bidding good morning.

Why do they have to do that every morning? It is so irritating. The cows agreed.

What do the cows do, in the morning, the starling babies ask their mothers? They really don’t do much at all. That is why they need us to shake them up a bit in the morning to put some enthusiasm into their day. Oh they irritate eachother and enjoy eachother at the same time.

The starlings are so beautiful as they use the cows as markers for their runs in the morning and the cows chewing, can nearly be heard in the street as they are processing the grass into the delicious milk that I enjoy in my coffee.

I love you, little family! Obie, John-David and Caroline

Obie's birth, birthed a naturalist in me. Thank you Obie.

Obie is moving away and the wildlife, or at least the birds are crying. I am not crying, because I have my own fledglings {or older than fledglings} are still clinging intently upon me. :) I remember my dear baby neighbor, woke me out of a naturalist slumber, upon his birth. I have never seen such a reception before, but then I had not really looked at nature so intently as I did then. Birds from all over the neighborhood condescended upon that house, poor Russ. They made a nest in their attic, but it wasn’t just that. Those birds were trying to see the little fellow and how dear he was to his mother. Maybe they do that everytime a mother has her first. I have always been entirely too busy with my own children to notice such goings on around. Blackbirds and Bluejays were singing on the roof. Mrs. Robin was pecking at the window and the hummingbirds were darting hither and thither as though it was parade or something. What is the matter, I asked them. Obie! Obie is right next door to you and you don’t know him. He and his mommy are so close. We have to see this. I had gone over and I hadn’t seen anything that I hadn’t seen before. He was so intent on Lauren and devoted in his way. Boys always seem like this to me, with their mothers. Mine were, at least. Isn’t she wonderful! Speaking of his mommy. I had certainly had my share of mother child encounters such as this. But it was truly remarkable, how the animals darted in and out of the neighborly scene, just to inspect the happy duo. Now they are moving to a new place and there is not just Obie, but John-David and Caroline came to enjoy quiverly enjoyments with big brother and I can just imagine the romp that they will be all of the bunch. I am grateful to have known them before they got to be precocious as all children get. I will always remember them as infants and nursing babes. God bless that crew, wherever they go. first chats of Obie

Hungry Robins!