They are really wasp nests or hornets nests, but Mrs Blackbird says that late at night, when no one is on that side of the building, the angels have a jam session on them and they sound like what we call wood winds but they are wax-winds. I had never seen them before. Stuck to the side of the pillars are these wax instrument-looking things with holes placed strategically, like a recorder or a flute.
One night I worked late and I heard them tuning their instruments for the jam-session. I couldn't wait around for the concert, but only the parent birds were allowed to stay up late for the party. The Blackbirds and the Robins and the Bluejays and even some other assortments of birds traveled, from as far away as the park on the other side of the big street to hear the Angel's jam.
Mrs. Bluejay told me that none of her tunes are original. All of the songbirds stay up late and listen to the concerts and borrow the angel's tunes and share them with us.
I am glad she told me that, because when I borrow parts of tunes in my musical attempts, I don't feel so bad.
One evening, I'll be brave enough to sit up and listen to the Angel-jam!
Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker
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