It’s
fun to see so many sparrows swirling around our feeders these days, and doing
it with a kind of furious serenity. They seem zestfully unruffled as they
flutter and quiver and peck out some seeds and soar off again. There’s a sort
of peaceful fury in their motions, a tumultuous calmness that always amazes me
as I watch. They move their heads in jerky ways, but even this twitchy way of
turning seems to be done in an unflustered manner, sort of the way leaves can
shake in a storm with grace and smoothness. What I love most is the way a group
of them can suddenly soar off to nearby bushes in what seems like a perfect
flight pattern. They fly off quickly but beautifully, flashing away in what
always looks like elegant orderliness. In my sometimes busy and bustling days,
I’d love to see the shipshape neatness I see in the frantic dancing around the
feeders. It wouldn’t be bad to live with the disciplined liveliness of
sparrows.
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