thekitchensinkbirdwatcher

There’s something in the snow-in-summer that the sparrows are determined to get at. This morning I thought that the whole matt of foliage was coming alive, shaking and bouncing and then a sparrow’s head popped up, and another, two appeared from the back of the clump, clambering halfway up the little rosebush and then hopping into the snow-in-summer where they immediately sank up to their necks, all the while pecking away at the stalks. I thought that I’d counted them all, but more kept appearing until there were seven in all. After I’d put out the seed I went to look, but could find nothing.