3 August 2013

...a sparrow baby, which really looked to be quite old enough to fare for itself, was squawking quite adamently and flapping its not fully extended wings as its mother feverishly tried to keep enough bits of food transferring from her to the mouth of the babe's. After a bit the mom flew off, I suppose after more food, or possibly to encourage the baby to join her. The babe can fly, 'cause it flew to the sill it was perched upon. But after a bit the mom hadn't returned and the youngster was sitting, waiting, looking about, and every now and again a little peep was heard. Then all at once the mom returned and that baby went balistic, squawking like it was trying out a newly discovered voice. But that's how it is, at least for sparrow young, they will continue to let themselves be fed until their mom just wont any more. You know, that's not so strange is it after all, we all have probably returned to the roost a couple times for a good square meal. Some have never left....

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