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, November 15, 2008

I never saw a happier bird

than Poprobin, when he came back from this trip to the city.
I told you before that they had gone to New York to visit some family and hopefully find mates for the robinlings.
He got rid of the whole kit and kaboodle and when I got to work, he was singing on the tallest tree at the job. I have never seen him do anything but sulk, since the robinlings had hatched. Now he has Mrs. Robin to himself again and he is singing for joy. Joy, that he "thinks" he has her all to himself again. I didn't see her since they have returned.
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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