Saturday, May 26, 2012
One of many reasons I hate English Sparrows
"Remind me when we get back," I said. "I'll see what's up with this bird."
We both forgot when we got back, so it was probably a half-hour later when I thought of it. As I headed toward the birdhouse I noticed a sparrow sitting atop it, and another one nearby shouting encouragement. That's when I realized the sparrows were intent on killing him. If he dies, he'll be the third such victim of cruel sparrows.
I think the bluebirds would be better off if I would just take the birdhouse down.