Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Thursday, December 10, 2009

2 Big red ants

Beat about 200 little black ants in the best football game I ever saw.
An earwig was dead on the ground when I was on my break the other day. Mrs. Bluejay had her eye on devouring those suckers whole, both the earwig and the ants that clung to it. She had no conscience about it and didn't even consider it gluttony to do so. I was sitting there at the table and bluejay decorum demanded that she wait until I left to pick up the tastey catch.
In the meantime, an entire colony of ants capitalized on the protective situation to their own advantage.Their entire colony would dine sumptuously because Mrs. Bluejay was kept from her hopeful prize. It took about 50 or so of them to drag the earwig in the direction of their hole in the cement about a foot or so from the seat where I sat. The other 150 were clearing the path and working rather diligently to do so. While I was watching, 2 large red ants came up out of the ground and one grabbed the earwig and the other seemed to immoblize 5 to 10 ants at a time. It looked like a game of football. the 2 red ants against the bunches of black ants. I had to leave before the end of the game. My break was over. I bet when I left, Mrs. Bluejay devoured them all.

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For the Birds?

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