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, March 28, 2009

Another Blessed Rainy Day!

The Sparrow peeps are enjoying a well needed bath with oneanother on this rainy spring day. Its been raining for 4 or 5 days, now.

There are 3 of them splashing around in there and they get along with one or another pokes in the eye and pecking one another is par for the course in a tight nest, like they have.

Mother and father sparrow have all their senses about them as they referee the nesting fun. It did not look like fun this morning as mother sparrow pulled the 2 insigators off of eachother. "Little birds in their nest agree!" was her delightful command to them. They got the message and stopped splashing one another for sport. Peace has to reign in the nest if they are to survive and go to the next level of flying practice one fine day. For now it is warming themselves with the spongy wet feathers...
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For the Birds?

For the Birds?
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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