Are sparrows not the cutest little birds?
Yeah, I know they’re not as vibrantly colored as a regal cardinal or flashy blue-jay. But I love their sweet little song. I love how social they are always flocking together in little groups. I especially love how tough and resilient they are. They stick around through the harshest winter and the worst of the summer. Sparrows are not sissies!
I have very limited knowledge of Ornithology. On a scale of 1-10, I’d say my knowledge of birds ranks higher than Economics and lower than Breadmaking. I’d put my knowledge of Ornithology on par with classical music composers.
“Yes, Alex, I’ll take gluten development for $1000 please.”
I would so rock at Baking Jeopardy.
And This Old House Jeopardy.
And Mid-life Crisis Jeopardy.
And Perimenopause Jeopardy.
OK, I’ll stop now.
Wait, one more –
Geo-tech Jeopardy. “I’ll take North Louisiana Haynesville Shale directional surveys for $5000.”
(a little shout out to my friends in the oil and gas biz.)
That’s it, I promise.
Anyway, Thursday all the sparrows in the neighborhood must have decided to come visit my bird feeder and bird bath. If I knew more about sparrows I could tell you if these two little cuties were male or female and if they were mates or siblings. The one on the left seems to have ruffled feathers.
I can so relate.
I have no idea what’s going here, but someone looks pissed! Look how the one on the right seems to be scowling. Bar fight? Lovers’ spat? Sibling rivalry? Snarky teenager and her mother? (I’ll let you be the judge of whether the pissed off one is the teenager or the mother.)
Now the one in the background seems to have their undivided attention with the teeny seed in it’s mouth. Nothing like the promise of a little treat to make everyone behave.
Whatever the case, they seemed to have worked it all out.
“Alex, I’ll take diplomacy for $500.”
Even the sparrow has found a home,
and the swallow a nest for herself,
where she may have her young—
a place near your altar,
LORD Almighty, my King and my God. Psalm 84:3