Small sparrow needs a home after the residence it nestled in was grubbed up and burnt.
The neighbour's hedge is a perfectly adequate refuge.
Why shouldn't these creatures move there, we share the same small planet.
How do these flying beasts fare in winter when the bird bath is frozen solid.
There's a foot of snow on the ground, and the nuts as hard as uranium bullets.
The frozen contents of the water bowl
The strong ones and the lucky survive.
Those nearby take advantage of our abundance.
Not wanting to see a fellow creature suffer we put out food.
The chatter at dawn grows as the days warm.
Then a fresh flush of tiny wings, clumsily crashing into the feeders.
My sparrow army is almost complete.
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