Not sure about this but I doubt I've ever sent anyone a greeting card. In this milieu I definitely do not send greeting cards. After all, I'm really talking to myself. If I wanted to talk to you, or you, or you, wouldn't I send an email?! [So, what brand of writing is writing a blog in the style of a greeting card? but read by any number of people simultaneously?!]
There used to be a marvellous, spirited lady blogger here (huh?) whose entries were about her caged birds which she dearly loved. She'd been divorced and still seemed to carry animus toward her former husband. Her birds were her major comfort. At the time I thought it was a mite excessive, but now I have five finches of my own and love taking care of them and enjoying their reproduction and merry chirping. A finch is a cousin, or sister/brother of a sparrow. I enjoy anticipating their wants and needs. I regret my proximity can alarm them, but at the same time I feel acknowledged when they line up as if to thank me for providing them twice a day clean cool water in which to bathe. If I miss one of those provisions the water turns grey green and thicker than water. Amazing because I don't see how that can happen. The water is put in a very wide, low, coffee mug, white all over. Their food is provided in at least five different containers. Clean, bottled water is also provided in a one inch in diameter glass container attached to a piece of cardboard. They make a huge mess in that container also. I wonder and wonder why they do that. (Water for drinking is also on the side of the cage) Cleaning their teeth?! They have mirrors and alternate nests, two of which they dismantled for reason totally opaque to me.
Birds seem to engage in lots and lots of repetitive, similar 'work' yet end up with the result they want. I have a hunch that common sparrows are happier because totally free. The repetitive behavior might be an inspiration to believe our false starts should be tolerated, and the correct course of work will eventually show up and bare fruit. In my own case I tend to give up, wallowing in shame when I should simply try again, and again and again: learn in other words to be a good finch. : - )
Barry
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6 comments:
Barry,
I enjoyed reading about your finches. I found a picture online of a goldfinch that I thought that you would like. To view it, you must post it in your blog. Here's how:
1. Select new entry
2. At the top of the entry there is a box with text and HTML, select HTML
3. Copy the following code and paste it where you would write your entry
<a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q184/femmedujour/american_goldfinch.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"></a>
4. Click save and the picture should appear
I remember that you spoke of having problems with posting pictures so I thought that I would try and help. Let me know if it works.
Sheria
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If you simply click on the longer of the two blue links in the previous comment, you'll see the goldfinch.
~~Silk
Oops - somebody got in while I was typing. By "previous comment", I meant Sheria's.
~~Silk
PS Of course you may just click on the website part of the code to simply view the finch but if you follow the directions, the picture will show up in your journal for all to see. I thought that you might enjoy that.--Sheria
I have a neighbour who watches birds............ The feathered Kind of course.
Gaz ;-)
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