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.

The Chicken, Bluejay Controversy

The bluejays are sticklers for time. I just love that about them. This morning she said, if you fly like this and do just like I am doing, to the opposite, you will beat that truck that is coming down the hill. They really care that Elyse get to the children on time. Sure enough, when we got to the corner, there was just enough time to stop at the stop sign and beat the truck that was coming down the hill. How do they know that? I just wonder. How do they always have the syncopation right on target? It must be learned, we are human and have far more advanced brain structure and we have to learn those things. It is like when I am on the court and I see the girl going to hit a drop shot and I am back court, my mind is calculating the amt of time that it will take me to get to the net, I immediately change my course and hotfoot it to the net to attempt to get to the shortball and my instincts now say put it away. My dad drilled that putaway shot into my DNA so much that even if I try to pattycake the ball after the drop shot, there is no other shot to do from the far forehand or back hand side but a topspin cross court. Birds have that all the time. The calculations seem to be instinctive in them. The bluejays seem to tell me because they are show offs in that way. Watch this! They have always been prodding me to show off in front of the children so that they can catch what I have. Your father took you on the court and hit thousands of drop shot to you and why would you deny your children that brain development. I am sorry. They will get other things from me. We just don’t seem to have the time for thousands of dropshots. What good did it do? I asked them, so everyday, the bluejays show me the good that it does them to have that calculation ingrained in their DNA, so to speak. Okay, Okay, I got it this morning. I will try to in grain time calculations into them. We cannot learn, what we don’t practice. “SHOW OFF”, I retort back to them. “Chicken”, they yell back.

Ms Bluejay had shown off in front of me.

I was sitting in my usual spot enjoying the sky, when I heard her familiar peep, from the bushes. I got up and saw her struggling with quite a huge piece of treasured food. She is usually fastidiously vain, not to look greedy. I watched her expectantly. This piece of something was so big, that she could hardly carry it and had to keep dropping it and picking it up before she got to...THE NEST. Evidently, the nest that I thought was hers, wasn't. There are 2 in the courtyard and I happily got to peak at the dainty mother nurturing her young.
I had noticed that the bees were singing a more happy and distracted tune, up there in the blooms of the crepe myrtle, everyday. They all seemed to be serenading over the nest. A choir of honeybees admired and sang at the hatchlings. I really didn't think anything could distract those bees from their work. They are sooo diligent at their endeavors. Pollenating is serious work and they go about it, in the most determined day. These are not the days of years earlier, when there were young bees to entertain and develop. Evidently the bees are upperclassmen and they have formed a choir that sings in the tops of the crepe myrtle. I loved when they used to jump rope and play and sing songs and wrestle. Now they are always busy and attentive to work. I can hardly get a word in edgewise, with them. They all kept it completely secret from me, (those imps). So Ms. Blue could tell me herself. They were sworn to secrecy by Mrs. Blue. I was glad. The secret is out now and I can't wait to see the little peeps, who she is nurturing up there.

Yesterday, I had the delightful pleasure of spending an hour with Mr. Turtle.

We had made acquaintance before, when I brought my unwanted 'nilla wafers to the park and fed it to the ducks. He enjoyed them and wanted me to know so. He poked his head out of the water and said Howdy do to me. He requested if I had anymore of the sweet pastries that I had given him before. I told him that I hadn't any and expected him to go about his business. He let me know, in no uncertain terms that we had struck up a friendship that I would have no choice, but to accept. In turtle, when you give them 'nilla wafers, it is as much as asking him to come home with you. I was a little surprised at this. He started then and there to tell me about his venture to the pond and the few, but true friend that he has there. He was concerned that the rain clouds were looming and my shell didn't look water proof to him. I assured him that I had no intention of staying outside in the rain and that my husband was expected to pick me up soon. He kept me company with his head poked out of the water for the whole hour. I was pleasantly kept company by him, while the waterfowl went about their business. It seems that the birds are camera hogs and if I am not taking their picture, or feeding them, they have no business for me. Just as well. I got to know another creature at the pond.




After this I met the pond bluejay family of 3 or 4 little peeps in the tree outside Chik Filet. They were so sensitive. I guess they have to be, living on a busy corner like they do. She was especially repugnant to me, as I tried to explain my fledgling naturalist tendencies. She wanted nothing to do with that. Get away from my nest. I took a few pictures before I got totally offended and chose another spot to wait for my husband.

How did the Swan couple get back together?

Well, It was a perfectly sunny and beautiful day. The storms had ended and the cob had been totally dejected that he had to spend the storm week apart from his pin and his swanlings.
It was upsetting to him to have been alone in the lightning and thunder. His conscience smot him for having been so mean and thoughtless of his beloved. He saw her head, when it began to droop and he had gotten a tinge of pride at having humbled her, he thought it was worth it. He noticed that the loss of swanly dignity quickly grew into dejection and his constant ridicule had been the cause. He was sorry, now, but it was not in a cob's nature to apologize. He spent an entire week away from the nest and it was getting to him.


On the other hand, the peeps had kept Mrs. Swan so busy that she had hardly noticed the time. She did miss the sense of protection that Mr. Cobb gave her, if not his fond embraces, in the storm.
They came from opposite sides of the pond, determined, in their minds and hearts to beg the other's forgiveness and reconciliation.
The whole pond was the audience as their regal swim with wings outstretched to oneanother, went from the usual to a spectacle. They met in the middle of the pond and the spars that flew were seen beyond the fountain that they caused by their embraces in the middle of the pond. The water was applauding and the other birds were applauding. All of the peeps on the pond, put their wings over their eyes.

When they caught their breath, they said to one another, let's never be angry again, okay?