Cheever and the Wren in These titles mean nothing.

Cheever first. You can engage the link and listen to the stories while you keep on doing your internet stuff.

Oh and in the night I read from a sad little paperback of Faulkner’s The Hamlet.

Both Cheever and Faulkner are very very good. Faulkner is more complicated, his sentences reel on and sometimes I have to read them twice. Cheever is simple but he touches depths. Both hold up and are worth spending time with. They give us faith in time and memory, and words on paper, words on paper and words spoken to us.

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The Wren came in the house when I left the door open so the cat could come in on his own recognizance. A bit later I saw a flitter in the light in the living room. I assumed it was a sparrow - we always have a lot of sparrows - but when I saw it close up I saw the delicate gray brown body and long-ish pointed bill of a rarer bird. It was one of tiny song birds that migrate north to raise families. Wrens remind me of Joana - she would know the exact day(s) when they came in the spring and when they left in the fall.

I got Jim to help me - we opened another door and one of the new open and close easy windows and urged the Wren to freedom.

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Last night one of Jim’s committees had a public hearing on possible regulation of power generating windmills. I never go to any of those meetings but I ask always ask what happened. He said it was peaceful but there was a fair sized crowd. He quoted a man we both know from the Democrat wars. He is retired from a park/conservation job. Jim said he said there are 70% fewer song birds than there were when he graduated from high school 70 years ago. He also reminded the meeting attendees that house cats kill more birds than windmills do.

I asked Jim if he would rather live near a solar array or windmills, and I think we decided we would prefer the solar panals.

On a slightly related bird note - I put out some grape jelly for the orioles but they haven’t shown up yet. Last year was the first year we fed them but we had a lot of the orange and black birds. I’m hoping some show up for us again this year.

I trust the Wren finds a good home and has a successful family. God gave us birds. I would pray if I could.

Note: I’m somehow happy that my autocorrect, spelling fixer is capitalizing Wren.

More Cheever if you liked the first one.