She said Mommy, I know that the fog is going to bother you this morning. Its thick as soup she said carrying her younguns in the direction away from the blinding mists. I giggled that she would be so considerate to remember my lack of fondness for that semiprecipitous state.
They weren’t in their usual family formation. I guess(though I didn’t ask) they have a fog formation. Well, I saw the fog formation this morning. Who reads fog formation on the ground? Not me. I said. Either they have fog formation or they are Lutherans and celebrating the 95 theses in goose. It was a perfect Halloween and Reformation day weather pattern, as though they put Martin Luther himself on cloud duty in heaven. Martin doesn’t play with the clouds. If we are going to have clouds they should be at our door like the theses.
I do hate the fog, but it seemed appropriate this morning. A fitting day for the pretense of Halloween. The geese are reformed and celebrate the harvest and Lutheran because their celebration included a flight in the fog without the horns. What a celebration we had in our neighborhood! It was absolutely adorable.
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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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