was taken and gussied up by my dear friend, F. She did this for me a year ago, but until now I was ignorant of just how to put it in the title! We share a deep love and appreciation for all types of birds… though she has taken the time to learn much better identification skills and very graciously teaches me, when I ask. F is sweetly humble and will protest this, but she takes wonderful photographs…and I love the idea of her- dropping her housework, grabbing her camera to creep down her backyard, desperate to capture this mother sparrow, alighted upon a stump, just for me. (and the gift of time, from a Mama-to-four, of playing with the image on photoshop, softening and coloring in).
Thanks, F. You are loved.
My stepfather drew me a great drawing of a sparrow, also. It is so delicate and sweet-a simple pen drawing but it captures his talent for detail. And just as soon as I figure it out, I will put it on the sidebar.
Thanks Gordy, you are loved, too.
I adore sparrows because they embody what I aspire to become. This constant, daily process. Asking God to take my flesh and its pride and its selfishness away- only He can soften and transform me, somehow, into what this bird embodies. Humble, and common and simple.
Considered by many people (especially in cities) to be a messy pest of a bird (got me on that one, anyway) sparrows are part of the landscape and hardly noticed. Plain and nut-brown in color, they blend in, small and unobtrusive. You notice them only by their song. Their identifiable trait is their constant chirping to their Creator, and by their fierce devotion to their young.
According to various sparrow info, taken from the Birds of Oregon Field Guide they are:
“One of the first bird songs to be heard in cities in the spring”. (oh, may I be first to sing God’s praise!?)
They construct nests “of plastic, paper and whatever else is available” (my nest is the same-anyone want to join me on the next Goodwill store treasure hunt?!)
Usually seen in groups of up to 20 (this extrovert loves a party)
“male feeds the female while she incubates” (true again-I am busy keeping the young ones warm while John brings home the bacon)
and best of all “Sparrow” comes from the Anglo-saxon word spearwa, which means “flutterer”.
pegged me, right there.