The birdbox has to sides: The outside, which is for me, the advisor/the therapeut, to put in order and make attractive and acceptable. The other side, the inside, is for the client to occupy and arrange and make up hir mind on what happens to happen. It's up to hir to invest into and decide about the agenda offer, and go for it. |
Early this morning I heard he had arrived. He behaves like always, like he thinks we have been longing and waiting only for him, - that's why he always makes his twitter sound so merry and triumphing, that we should not be sad any more . He woke me up, and I stretched in the bed and listened a bit drowsy to his message: It's me, it's me! - and never doubted who it was. The whiteblack flycatcher made me happy - and busy: I had to hang up his box. And he made me a bit worried: Would there be a fight between him and the titmouse? If a fight get started, the catcher will win if they are figthing outside the box, because he is better in the air. If they fight indoor, the titmouse is better off, because he is heavier and hitting better with his knocks. Later on today a young man told me he had seen "a small black bird" visiting the box, and I know: The catcher is moving in! |
| The starling's box is
still empty. I have improved the offer this year by putting wood wool in the bottom of the
apartment. Will they suspect I am trying to ingratiate myself with them? OK, I know what
will happen: Suddenly they are there, perching on the phone cable to make the last
important observations - and in a hurry and like the wind itself, they both very
quickly and with their feathers a bit dishevelled, will start their high priority project
and make it a terrific success. * added 30/11-05: A netfriend has called my attention to the fact that the starling is not that very much appreciated around the world. More about it here: |
| And what about the
titmouse, who has been here the whole winter? Oh, yes, - they are ahead of these fickle
tramps you never will know when being here. Look what they themselves have done, -and they
did it out of my control and out of my reach:
Aren't they pretty? Do count them! One, two, three ...... ! |
So, when taking down in my logbook what each of my clients and I have been talking about and intend to work with, - well, when trying to find codenames for them I am very close to choosing bird names! You see what I mean? 3rd May 2003 Enok Kippersund |
