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, June 24, 2014

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.

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