Off to get some money to my baby...

I was in the car and preening. Forlorning to myself that I hadn't worn the right shirt or pants. A little sparrow as bold as day said, "Mommy this is a big, bad, show your booty show, if you don't hop in there and buy those worms and get that money to your baby, you won't make it. I heard that they are already at the book fair. I heard Ezra lamenting that you didn't make it, myself. Get going. Don't worry that your pants don't fit right, all is fair in worm getting for your fledglings." I took that as a rush. I stopped preening and got out of the car. She showed her tailfeathers to me this morning, I tell you. I love how the sparrows yell.

And I did make it, just as they were leaving the book fair. We bought the book and he let me go. I love that baby.

PreChristmas puppetshow:00)

Oby was the talk of the town, this morning!

I was so vain as to think that they were peeping about me. I took my table out to give it a light coat of paint and Mrs. Blue thought that I was granting her a perch to broadcast the news. I don't know what new thing that baby was up to last night, but the entire bird neighborhood was up in arms.
How dare you think that we would make all of this noise about you, was the rebuffing of the blackbirds to me. Well, if I were a person I would go right inside to see his beautiful face. And with that, he opened the vent holes with his beak and tried to press himself into the house to show me, his intention. I was, certainly impressed with their attempts to allow me the fun of being a part of the bird gossip, without a single particular, except to know that they are aware of every baby in the neighborhood and their faintest wimper and the first of everything that they do, but not I. "And you call yourself a "mommy"!"Hrummmmph!"

Helen said goodbye this morning...

It was set in Braille. Clearly set dots on the arms of the chairs, outside my back door, from the morning dew, was a special message. I said, Helen, you know that I don't read Braille. She said, I guess that makes you stupid, as well as blind, deaf and dumb. We both giggled at the mutuality of that thought. I promised to try to learn Braille and she promised to send me imaginative conversation, in mystic sweet communion. Mostly, my imagination, but delightful to have gotten to know her humorous self. I must say she is so very funny. I never would have thought so. I shall have to attempt to find facts and biography her, if I have a moment to.
I felt our hearts were knit and that when I get to heaven, I will have a friend already there.

Angel Light Show.

In my imagination, I made a deal with the angel.

You will not plant those Dusty Miller or the Viola's before Friday, he said to me. I will. I have every intention of planting those plants. If you plant those plants, I will send a rain and you won't have to water them. He knows that I hate watering. I always try to get the children to water and I have been trying to put together a watering system into the ground and haven't yet.
Half done and he is hovering with the clouds threatening me with the answer. He knows that I am too lazy today to plant the rest. I really need a shovel and a hoe, but he may give me partial credit. I hope so, otherwise, it will be a watering Saturday for me. :)

Curious Sparrow!

It does take quite a lot of energy for a sparrow to hover. She was hovering though. She was trying to get a peak of the new baby. I heard he smiled yesterday, a little bird, another bird, told me. I had no idea that the sparrows were so enamored with this new neighbor that we had. He is special. I saw that myself, all babies are special, but usually I am so caring about the baby that I never get to see how the wildlife about respond. I don’t know if it was the whiff of the baby fresh detergent in their exhausts or the sound of the momma singing gently to him in the night, but there was some gentleness that drew the sparrows to spend time at their house this morning.

Sparrows are very particular, mind you. The bluejays will take on every level of maternal child nosiness, from infancy to old age. I have seen bluejays but into my conversations with my children on every level and with my mother, when they have ought to, but not the sparrows. Sparrows are very careful to but in on only the very tenderest of moments. There must have been a bonding that took place with baby.


I loved how Mr Sparrow accommodated his wife by setting a perch on the tippiest top of the roof, while mother sparrow flitted from window to window to get a peak. He had something to say, but certainly never dissuaded her curiosity on the little fellow. If you must see him, I will wait for you to catch, even the slightest glimpse of this little fellow. He must be a dear one, if you’ve lavished such attention on him and haven’t seen him yet. The sparrow grapevine is aglow with what special attention momma and baby are enjoying, in these days. They can’t know how quickly it will pass and I must see it, said Mrs. Sparrow to her husband.

She kept a short breath under the eves of the overhang, to give herself a break while she caught her second wind.


I have seen him and I know that he is every bit as breathtaking and in love with his mother, as the sparrows have heard, but Mrs. Sparrow wouldn’t accept my word for it.