Sparrows

The Little Lifes of Sparrows

Haven’t made a film of the sparrows in the back garden this year. I suppose because they’re so ever-present they’ve become everyday normal and ordinary.

There’s a good dozen or more (and probably another dozen more to be added once the latest brood are born, bred, and fed)

The life of a back garden sparrow consists of:
Chewing up the buds on the wisteria and fruit trees.
Ripping up the grass and pecking in the plant pots for nesting material.
Flicking about the pond, swimming in the bird bath.
Squabbling and shouting at one another.
Chatting and chirping with one another.
Fighting and mating with one another.
Ocassionally getting pounced on by sparrowhawks and being made dinner of (2 so far)
Bouncing between wisteria, willow and ivy (where they sleep and have their nests) in nonstop fizzy whizzes.
Possessively guarding the feeders from other small birds.
Being pests.
Being comical.
Being delightful.

The back garden wouldn’t be the same without its sunny funny family of little sparrows.

Filming: Hazel Brown; Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet

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

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