|Slate coloured Junco in our yard|
Yesterday, here in my post on Mere Christianity I quoted C. S. Lewis talking about architects not being the walls in the houses they build...
ever since I can not, simply can not get an old Burt Bacarach song out of my head --
A chair is still a chairAround and around swirl the words, with new questions popping up.
Even when there's no one sitting there
But a chair is not a house
And a house is not a home
When there's no one there
Is a squirrel still a squirrel if the dog doesn't care?
Would they jump from the branches to sit on a chair
if the chair was still a chair?
If I put out a chair
would the juncos sit there
that keep flying about and will perch anywhere?
And what kind of name is junco anyway?
When I hear it I can think only "junk"
and that's not a nice thing to call a bird, is it?
visit Duane and add your own form of random and disturbed pleasantry. Perhaps we can persuade him that these times of silliness are vital to our mental health!