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, February 28, 2009

It was my suspicion that Pop Blackbird,

had forbidden his batallion to talk to me, since I had taken this later shift. Yesterday, they dispelled that suspicion. He is still keeping his distance, not sure about the intent of my initial acquaintance with the lot of them, if I was not going to keep up with the regimen.
He did, however, allow them to wave good morning to me as I came in to work. Sauntering, as he would put it, in at the unbirdly hour of 11:30. He has completely lost all respect for my industriousness. I waved and so did they.
After that, they went back to their bird maneuvers and I went in to the job.
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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