tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899388425248595265.post938979620928756534..comments2024-03-26T08:14:17.157-07:00Comments on Haiku Farm: In which we conclude the Gift of Stories with a metaphor for allAareneXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18072169739345465380noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899388425248595265.post-84510424043835246822016-12-30T09:54:54.439-08:002016-12-30T09:54:54.439-08:00When I worked at the Kenmore Library, there were c...When I worked at the Kenmore Library, there were cameras attached to the trees in the adjacent swamp. In spring, herons would come and build their nests (always in the same trees, so the cameras were pointing at the right spots). One year there was a young couple building a nest. He would bring sticks and wrap them around her, and she would tell him how wonderful he was. Then, when he flew away to get more sticks, she would completely re-arrange the stuff he'd just laid down. He'd bring back more sticks, lather rinse repeat. It was hilarious. The whole neighborhood would come to the library every afternoon to watch them.AareneXhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18072169739345465380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899388425248595265.post-14369474167121030102016-12-30T09:43:25.047-08:002016-12-30T09:43:25.047-08:00During my time in Germany I have only held one rea...During my time in Germany I have only held one real job and as I sat at my computer typing online help for software, a ringnecked dove pair started to make a nest in the tree outside my 2nd story window. They tried and tried and failed. I had never seen a bird try to make a nest, and never have I seen a pair try and fail. She sat and sat and the male would weave things around her but they ended up on the ground next to our fancy self-parking car garage. I was transfixed but over time I think their relationship was stronger than their nest, so they left. Nests are so precise, I found one in the woods recently, perfect! But I hope those doves got out of Cologne/Koeln, there is nothing good there. lythahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01719586193059362084noreply@blogger.com