Poverty, war, terrorism. We need a break! I hope this little offering provides at least a little breather from the world's troubles for you, dear reader.
Back in May, I posted a photo of these same two birds (I trust), sitting on this same birdhouse. Apparently, they moved in sometime in our long, June absence. I can see straw inside, and at dusk, I can see the feathers of a at least one sparrow, hunkering down for the night.
I took the picture of Daddy sparrow, and then tried to move closer. He moved off in some alarm and, evidently, signalled the imminence of grave danger to Mama sparrow. She popped her head out forthwith, and they flew off together, barely affording me enough time to snap her picture.
When I say that they have set up housekeeping, I'm not kidding. They are so comfy in their digs that I caught them doing The Big Naughty right on their front porch. I thinks that's simply scandalous, and I told them so in no uncertain terms. Then, they did it again.
In retrospect, I must commend both their quick restoration time and their joie de vivre. I have frequently been called a birdbrain, and I say, bring it on!