Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Yesterday's storm was real!

The clouds rolled in an unusual pattern. They seemed to mimic what I had been trying to do on my blog. Speed up the marquee was what I was trying to do. These clouds were moving at a swift clip and were white on a background of a dark storm behind them. I had to stand there and watch them, with Ev imploring me, as the birds usually do to get inside and close the door. It wasn't really a fearful sight. It was beautiful and I did long to have a movie of it to examine it closer. While I was looking the birdfeeder blew off the holder. This was the first time that this had happened that I recall. I wondered whether to go outside and pick it up and as I was wondering a bolt of lightning shot directly above it at an angle which was a single bolt opening into a threefold bolt. Evie said, "you see, that was too close, One mississippi, etc." I got the message and I am revelling in knowing that the God of lightning and thunder is my friend and he never misses a shot! like we do.

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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