Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Monday, April 6, 2009

Spring Fever seems, never so strong as...

after a season of rain. The geese were having a party Friday night and I just happened to be around to see their fun. One of the couples flew off over my head, making an aweful lot of noise. They are my friends, so I will not talk about the mess and the ruckus that they made. Mr and Mrs. Robin sat upon their new nests double checking that none of their young couples were invited to the goose party. It was exclusive and goose only, at the party. The geese have no conscience about excluding other birds and most of the birds wouldn't have gone to the party anyway. Mrs. Robin thought that some of the NY robins might not know the Southern bird way. So, she stood guard to make sure that none of her sons in law crashed the party in their insolent Northerness. They had no intention. Those birds have one thought in mind, now that they are down here in the South and the honeymoon is in full swing those couples; so Mrs. Robin didn't need to have stood guard. Don't forget it is also Spring fever...
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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