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Tuesday, February 17, 2009
BRRRR, I spoke too soon...Winter's back!
The chill came as a surprise to us all, in the wild life of the community around my job. The Robin couples found solace in their new relationships and Dad Robin was very happy that he'd gotten them all married off before this morning's chill. He didn't have to answer anyone's nagging questions about life and worms.
This morning found the Robins' discussing their own plans for the nest building for this spring. Mrs. Robin reminded Mr. Robin that they had almost lost all of the new hatchlings to the hail storm in mid Spring last year and that they would have to be more careful at their choosing the spot for this year's nest. He acted like he really cared, but that was not at all what he cared about this morning. Don't worry my beloved, we made it through, didn't we? Mrs. Robin could scream! Doesn't he remember how we nearly lost all of our children how can he tell me not to worry. The argument became intense as Mr. Robin accused Mrs. Robin of not trusting his judgement because of one storm and Mrs Robin accused Mr. Robin of foolishly leaving the decision to chance and circumstance and Mrs. Robin left for a breather to go and see what one of the young couples would be up to this morning.
Oh, Well!
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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
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
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