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, May 8, 2018

Oh Boy, there was a squirrel graduation also!

I really had no idea that the squirrels went to school. I never thought of them as educated or uneducated of a species. I gave so much attention to the bird schools, which are so advanced and elegant. Well, Mr squirrels eldest son showed off to me. He was relating to my elation at my child's advancement.

She is promoted to BS, I brought up, simply as a point of interaction. This that I am carrying, he replied, is the advanced degree cap for my son. It was a very large cracker and the not so timid Father squirrel carried it amazingly carefully, so as not to break it into pieces. I thought you were carrying that cracker for a night snack for your family, I said, very ignorantly.

I offended the proud parent, who now had poopooed me off as an ignorant animalistic human, instead of a humanistic animal, which he originally had pegged me. OH well, you win some, you lose some! I wasn't myself, that day.

jayne c walker's

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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