Sparrows

Sparrows are Us

Sparrows cheeky Feb 2019 edit

Around twenty sparrows have taken up residence in my garden. A small urban back garden.

They descend onto a young willow tree where I hang feeders filled with fatballs, which they love!

They bathe in the pond, drink from a little birdbath, whilst other members of this large family chase each other all around the garden which they share with a blackbird, a couple of dunnocks, a beautiful rusty wren and two blackcaps.

Late afternoon, when the light goes, they scoot up into the ivy-clad wall of an old barn to rest.

By morning they are back again, much refreshed and busily chattering and cheeping as loud as can be!

Words & Illustration : Hazel Brown

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Sparras chewin the fat

Sparrows doing what sparrows do.
Squabbling, spit spatting, chirping their chatty heads off.
And chewin the fat (balls)

This is now a few days on from last weeks Major Incident: The Sparrowhawk Visitation.

We’re pretty sure it slaughtered a sparrow. And given how many sparrows are still bouncing about on the feeders, its fairly likely this Sparrowhawk will visit (and kill) again.

But these sparrows don’t appear to have been spooked.
They seemingly don’t mind.
They apparently don’t care.
They’ve probably completely forgotten the murderous devastation that happened to one of their brethren last week.
They bithely blether on. Mindless little pluckers.

Filming: Haze Brown; Vid: Ian Nisbet