Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Thursday, January 8, 2009

The New Robin couples were showing off the other day.

Several of the children came home from up north with new husbands and there is something funny about those city slicker robins. They seem to get a kick out of flying so close to the heads of the lady robins and nearly bumping into them and then, just before they bump, they shoot up and just miss bumping heads, by a hair.
It doesn't seem like the little dainty southern robins care for this kind of play. There were quite a few family or love bird sqaubbles outside during my break.
I was really curious how it would all turn out with the robins, but I had to go back inside. I am sure that they had quite a time kissing and making up from these early arguments and learning what makes their families more comfortable.
Father Robin thought that the children would settle up north with the inlaws but now he has to share Mrs. Robin again and he is pouting a bit because of it. But, he will get over it.
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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