Adorable! I have a great affection for sparrows (or...finches, as it were), and it stems from my father, who would build all sorts of contraptions to feed and house them. Or maybe it was to attract, feed and house other birds, but the sparrows took over, and I was too young to realize the difference. My dad was the one who planted the 'birder' seed in me. He pointed out that the male sparrows were the ones with the beards. And the rest is history. To this day, sparrows remind me of my father. There's even a particularly crotchety one who noisily dominates the giant maple in the front yard, who makes me laugh. He's so dramatic! He thinks he's so tough. He continually lures other males into chases around the house, knowing he has the little bird house in the front to escape into. He's a crusty bachelor, as far as I can tell. I affectionately call him 'Poppa'. Not that he shares any characteristics with my own pops, lol.
Adorable! I have a great affection for sparrows (or...finches, as it were), and it stems from my father, who would build all sorts of contraptions to feed and house them. Or maybe it was to attract, feed and house other birds, but the sparrows took over, and I was too young to realize the difference. My dad was the one who planted the 'birder' seed in me. He pointed out that the male sparrows were the ones with the beards. And the rest is history. To this day, sparrows remind me of my father. There's even a particularly crotchety one who noisily dominates the giant maple in the front yard, who makes me laugh. He's so dramatic! He thinks he's so tough. He continually lures other males into chases around the house, knowing he has the little bird house in the front to escape into. He's a crusty bachelor, as far as I can tell. I affectionately call him 'Poppa'. Not that he shares any characteristics with my own pops, lol.