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Friday, April 10, 2009
Last night must have been some bird holiday
or something. I know that they celebrate Easter, but the beauty of the choruses that were singing outside my job were drowning out the angels jam session on the side of the building. Usually, I can hear the wind instruments coming from the columns on the side of our building. Not last night, It was the birds' night to jam. The angels must have taken the night off to go to the concert. It was a glorious concert too. The geese were completely silent, not easy for them. They really think they sound wonderful and they drown all the other birds out with their squawks. Mr and Mrs. Bluejay and family, took center stage and sang every hymn in their bird hymnal. Some of the hymns I knew and some were completely new to me. They celebrate the Thursday, or all of the birds have a night during Holy week to show off their praises and exultation. Everybody else was quiet, to listen to the praise and glory. "Not for form or fashion, we have come here to praise the LORD", They really meant it! God is good and his praise comes from even the flighted animals. I truly hope that tonight is not the geese's night. Don't tell them that I don't really care for the sounds of their cacophonies. I hope the sparrows are tonight. The Bible says to make a joyful sound and that the geese do, I just haven't developed a taste for that particular set of sounds yet.
How can I make peace with my neighborhood sparrows? They have completely abandoned me.
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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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