Chip, chip, chip, chip, chip!
Cold chipping sparrows fast-feed–
before black wings fold.
skat@2018
Chip, chip, chip, chip, chip!
Cold chipping sparrows fast-feed–
before black wings fold.
skat@2018
A few feathers, still
atop my fence-post; I chase
off a sparrow hawk.
skat@2017
Suspended from hook
silo-feeder spins under
weight of six sparrows.
skat@2017
Little did I know
When I set out feeders, I’d
Get forty sparrows!
skat@2016
Empty bird feeder;
Little peckers on the ground.
(Not tagging that one!)
skat@2016