Sparrow
song sparrow This morning, on my way in from the parking lot, I saw a little bird in the distance. As I got closer, I saw it was a song sparrow. I don't have any photos of my own of song sparrows, so I thought I'd link you to this lovely bird lover. Back to my random thoughts. When I realized the bird was a sparrow, I remembered having breakfast at a diner in Iowa. One of the men in at the table asked about the birds in the parking lot. They're just house sparrows, I said. "They're really beautiful," the man replied. They are. If this tiny little creature weren't omnipresent, it would be a prized citing on any birder's life list. Instead, people shoo them away from bird feeders because they're too common. And I remembered a poem I used to love when I was a child. Sparrow Stephen Vincent Benét Lord, may I be A sparrow in a tree. No ominous and splendid bird of prey But something that is fearful every day Yet keeps its small flesh full of h...