Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Two days ago, I was confronted, directly...

By Mrs. Bluejay. I would never want to offend her, she is one of my eldest friends there, at work. She was highly offended that I shared about her weight changes and how it had affected her relationship with Mr. Bluejay.
She showed my quite, matterof factly that she was not without the ability to shake her tail, she just had not had any reason to at that particular moment of the day that she saw me.
Seems that she used to shake her tail incessantly for Mr. Bluejay and now her tail had cooled, prodigiously.
I apologized and she accepted and we are friends again. But while she was showing me her tail shaking antics, behind Mr. Bluejay's back, so to speak. She lost 2 aphids which were going to be her mid morning snack. She's eating for herself and her eggies.
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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