reflections on the common house sparrow

i like to call them the bickersons because they gather in such a raucous convergence of individual mania in the morning. the noise and tumult of their gathering occasionally summons a sparrow hawk from the nearby mountains in search of a snack but usually only taunts the neighbor’s cats to stalk nearby.

 

“I once had a sparrow alight upon my shoulder for a moment, while I was hoeing in a village garden, and I felt that I was more distinguished by that circumstance than I should have been by any epaulet I could have worn.” -Henry David Thoreau

A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song.

Chinese proverb

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