Sparrows

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

Our back garden is noisy with sparrows. It used to make recording my spooky scary podcast hard. There would be constant happy chirping in the background. 

I tried to drown it out with music and sound effects, but if you listen you'll hear it. 

Punky loves the sparrows, he sits and watches them constantly. He's caught about a half dozen of them now. We take them from him and if it's too late then we bury them under the tree. 

I found another one this morning, but this wasn't Punky. It think it died flying into a window. Poor little things. It always makes me sad. 

But the sparrows keep singing, I can see them now hopping around in the branches of our tree. They are queuing up for the bird-feeder, the chicks are flapping their stubby little wings at their parents, begging to be fed.  

It's like they are having a birdy party out there. 

And nothing will ever drown out their song. 

There is something reassuring about that.

S.