Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Friday, June 27, 2014

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!

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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