It does take quite a lot of energy for a sparrow to hover. She was hovering though. She was trying to get a peak of the new baby. I heard he smiled yesterday, a little bird, another bird, told me. I had no idea that the sparrows were so enamored with this new neighbor that we had. He is special. I saw that myself, all babies are special, but usually I am so caring about the baby that I never get to see how the wildlife about respond. I don’t know if it was the whiff of the baby fresh detergent in their exhausts or the sound of the momma singing gently to him in the night, but there was some gentleness that drew the sparrows to spend time at their house this morning.
Sparrows are very particular, mind you. The bluejays will take on every level of maternal child nosiness, from infancy to old age. I have seen bluejays but into my conversations with my children on every level and with my mother, when they have ought to, but not the sparrows. Sparrows are very careful to but in on only the very tenderest of moments. There must have been a bonding that took place with baby.
I loved how Mr Sparrow accommodated his wife by setting a perch on the tippiest top of the roof, while mother sparrow flitted from window to window to get a peak. He had something to say, but certainly never dissuaded her curiosity on the little fellow. If you must see him, I will wait for you to catch, even the slightest glimpse of this little fellow. He must be a dear one, if you’ve lavished such attention on him and haven’t seen him yet. The sparrow grapevine is aglow with what special attention momma and baby are enjoying, in these days. They can’t know how quickly it will pass and I must see it, said Mrs. Sparrow to her husband.
She kept a short breath under the eves of the overhang, to give herself a break while she caught her second wind.
I have seen him and I know that he is every bit as breathtaking and in love with his mother, as the sparrows have heard, but Mrs. Sparrow wouldn’t accept my word for it.
