Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker
Showing posts with label I ain't sayin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I ain't sayin. Show all posts

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Ms. Bluejay and Mr. Bluejay castigated me on my childrearing.

If I had strokes, like yours, not that I don't; I certainly wouldn't have let my young run around with anything but a racquet in their hands. How do you expect them to fly, if you don't show them how to swing? You have shoulder sockets, like a bird, but your mind is intensely human and inane, I am sorry to say. I had no retort for the 2 of them. I knew that they were right.
Bird, mustn't leave the nest without having flapped their wings a certain number of times and their mother counts. I would be just ready to leave the nest, having served my shoulder 1000000 times. They start from birth and I didn't start till 14. I am not raising them to be bluejays, I told the two, in their polywollydoodle mood. Well, you should have. They huffed, as they flew away.
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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