Sparrows crowd the feeders. On the slate roof of the row housing opposite, a pair of magpies are drinking out of the rain gutter.
Three sparrows cling to the suet feeder, spooking at the sound of a dove’s wings. A wren pours out his liquid call from a neighboring roof.
Sparrows crowd in around the small birdfeeder, but only the two dominant ones get to eat—along with a pigeon, showered in spillage below.
Sunny with the howl of power saws. Sparrows carry off the suet one beakful at a time. Some sort of heron flies over, long legs trailing behind.
5:30 AM. The torrential rain past, tits and sparrows crowd the feeders. The neighbor’s cherry tree sways under the raids of wood pigeons.
A house sparrow fills up at the suet feeder then immediately regurgitates it for an offspring, who begs with open bill and wings a-tremble.