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posted by: lindy (reply) post date: 07.12.05 (8:46 am) Mrs. Finch. She must be so sweet to allow you to take pictures. I bet she stands to the side, on guard, in case anything funky goes down and then relaxes when she realizes you mean no harm. :) I do hope you keep us posted as they grow. posted by: xinnia (reply) post date: 07.12.05 (10:18 am) how beautiful, to take the time to notice things in nature, you remind me, in this post, of my friend Wendy...guardian and protector of all creatures great and small. Such a tender heart toward all creation. I'd love to see more pics of these little birds as the grow. posted by: juniperflux (reply) post date: 07.12.05 (11:34 am) Reply to: lindy Well. She's fairly skiddish and gets the heck out of dodge whenever I make my way to the front porch... but I'm sure she's surveying the scene from the nearby cherry tree. I try not to interrupt too much... and have resisted the urge to take photos unless I notice that she's not in the nest with them. That said, I too hope they make it. j posted by: juniperflux (reply) post date: 07.12.05 (11:34 am) Reply to: xinnia Thank you. Your kind words are appreciated. Thanks for stopping by. j posted by: lindy (reply) post date: 07.16.05 (1:45 pm) Just two mornings ago, I walked up one of my favorite hills that greets me every morning on my way to my little niche in the University I currently think of as mine. It's an amazingly steep hill. Each morning that I find myself atop that hill, I glance around and see birds, mostly plain and black, standing along the edge of the sidewalk, looking expectantly at me. You see, the birds that live there are extraordinarily spoiled and entitled. As long as they bed down in a warm spot for winter, they have little to worry about for food as their greedy human counterparts scatter their excess inadvertantly at their feet. It turns out, this other morning, the birds that have gotten accustomed to seeing me pass (or so I think) decided to let me know that they are beyond waiting for me to join the crowd in contributing to their plumpness. As I passed, they stared at me indignantly and literally turned their backs as I walked by. It occurred to me that these birds had become so used to their lifestyle that anyone who didn't embrace it was considered a hinderance and should therefore be ostracized. I wouldn't be surprised if, come Monday, there isn't a bird in sight upon emerging at the top of my hill. They've taken their indignant looks elsewhere and I am not sorry to see them go as there are plenty of other things to see as I walk along each morning. :) |
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