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, June 15, 2009

The last bunny straggled in to breakfast when we got out to the courts today,

Enoch said he's coming out to the courts momma, I heard her say as she hopped in to their comfortable den for bunny stew. Today was the day that Enoch has learned to keep it in the court, of course. He is still a professional to the bunnies. His favorite fans, even now that he keeps the ball in play. They were hoping for a souvenir from the 2009 summer tour out at the courts from the Walker family. They just love us all, but especially Enoch, for some reason.
All except Ma bunny who keeps a close eye on the time and considers us a distraction from her bunnies learning the real facts of life. Most of the bunnies are grown now and they really don't need momma's talking to's that they get. They submit to her anyway because that is the bunny way!
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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