Sparrow

[BLUEHAWK]

SPARROW

(spar'o) n.

1. Any of various small New World birds of the genera Spizella, Zonotrichia, Melospiza, and other closely related genera within the family Fringillidae, having grayish or brownish plumage. 2. Any of several similar or related birds, such as the common house sparrow (see). [ Middle English sparowe, Old English spearwa.]

How shall we ever exist without our "Little' sparrow...

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[philly]

For you Sis. Adding to Blues thought...

The Blessed Sparrows

The blessed sparrows
congregate in the Forsythia
at my back door,
chattering with enthusiasm
and anticipation
as I fill the feeder
with wholesome wild seed.


Cheeky, happy little birds
flutter and prune themselves
daring to fly and perch
within just a few feet
as I silently observe, grinning-
gratefully amused
by their charming and endearing antics.


I noticed, around a week ago,
a single small Black Bird
among them- not like the others,
but seemingly protected and adopted
by the flock.
They huddled around him
and tended to his wide open beak
with seed...feeding him as if a lost fledgling.


As they fly from the feeder
and hop to the Forsythia branches
they surround him, keeping him warmly
in the center of the flock...
chattering and pruning themselves,
they tenderly approach him
with cheerful and gentle songs.


In the beginning he was weak,
but day by day, they have made
the little orphaned Black Bird strong.


Now, he feeds himself
and associates in obvious joy
and friendship,
a permanent member
of the Sparrow flock.


I have witnessed Sparrows
adopt several lone Parakeets
in the same way
over the many years.
And it appears
they are among the most tolerant
and caring of all birds...


Non-prejudicial in their behavior
and outlook,
Cheerfully sending a joyful, pure message
for All who would comprehend,
see and hear.

[MORTARDUDE]

His Eye Is on the Sparrow - by: Civilla D. Martin Music: Charles H. Gabriel



Why should I feel discouraged, Why should the shadows come, Why should my heart be lonely, And long for Heaven and home, When Jesus is my portion? My constant friend is He: His eye is on the sparrow, And I know He watches me; His eye is on the sparrow, And I know He watches me. I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free, For His eye is on the sparrow, And I know He watches me.

"Let not your heart be troubled," His tender word I hear, And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears; Tho' by the path He leadeth But one step I may see: His eye is on the sparrow, And I know He watches me; His eye is on the sparrow, And I know He watches me. I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free, For His eye is on the sparrow, And I know He watches me.

Whenever I am tempted, Whenever clouds arise, When songs give place to sighing, When hope within me dies, I draw the closer to Him, From care He sets me free; His eye is on the sparrow, And I know He watches me; His eye is on the sparrow, And I know He watches me. I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free, For His eye is on the sparrow, And I know He watches me.


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Love you Sis !

[Arrow]

:q:

[SparrowHawk62]

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[BLUEHAWK]

So, you too Sparrowhawk, eh?

Thing about Sparrows is (to me eye), there always seem to be so many of them, and then one day, one of 'em looks ya in the eye... and you are changed forever :D

You and our beloved Little Sparrow are our Sparrows, looking us in the eye.

To hold a bird in one's hand, lightly...