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, February 6, 2016

Tigger at the Australian Open

It was a delightful sunny day. All was set to have Serena win her record Grand Slam.The sun was shining and the birds were singing, but Winnie and Tigger were planning a practical joke on Serena.
Being a bear of very little brain, it couldnt be but so extravagant of a practical joke.
     The meeting for the planning was well attended, Pooh, Piglet, Eeyore and Rabbit were all on time and Owl and Tigger were expected to slam the meeting, after it had begun.  They had read the minutes of a prior meeting, although no one had remembered having a prior meeting, there in Australia... They couldnt find a Beech Tree to meet in and they had stowed away on an airplane.They had to sit underneath a Eucalyptus tree, which smelled very strong and was making Pooh think of honey. They had a very hungry looking Koala looking in their direction during the meeting, which made them all consider a different location to discuss their plans.  Where do they keep the Heffalumps and Woozles here in Australia, they all wondered?
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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