10 thoughts on “Tweety Peekaboo

  1. They are beautiful birds with a sweet song, but like us, not native. Those are indeed English sparrows, also known as house sparrows, and like the starling, an imported species here not of their own design. Man is not terribly wise, as our genus and species name, Homo sapiens, would have us believe.

    Many species of birds are aggressive and kill other birds, the list of marauders includes our native bluejay. We had barn swallows nesting in the shed, and a bluejay killed all (I saw it raid the nest and go off with one) the young but one, who managed to hide as the nest had been built up again a sheet of cardboard in the rafters.

    • I’m glad that you know the specie, Lavinia, I sure don’t know them. Not native? They sure seem to blend in well, have adapted well. Like us, many of us have British genes including myself.

    • They have nests under the metal roof, well hidden too. People feed them bread which really isn’t good for them. They need seeds but I have tossed bits of peanut for them. Oops!

  2. Those English sparrows (aka house sparrows) have figured out that adapting to an area where those pesky humans go usually provides a decent and somewhat steady supply of discarded food stuffs. Even though they appear to be “cute little birds” they are actually very aggressive and are known to drive away and even kill other bird species.

  3. Very sweet little bird. I think it’s a house sparrow and they have a nice song. I love these little birds because one winter on our way south from Canada to Mexico, we stopped in San Diego and sat outside at their sidewalk tables at Starbucks and had the best coffee ever, and a bear claw. And all the while, these little house sparrows were hopping around looking for crumbs. Up our way at home, the birds had mostly gone south for the winter and it was so great to see them again. I think it helped that the weather was warm enough to wear shorts and a T-shirt. I loved it. The sparrows clinched it and made it a perfect day.

    • Awwww this is so wonderful, Anneli! How amazing is it that a critter so delicate and tiny always finds it’s way so many thousands of miles to and from locations known only to that tiny little brain?

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