Over the last couple of years, two little Cape sparrows have repeatedly built their nest ontop of the security light in our back garden, right beneath the eaves of our house. They picked a really good spot, I think, because it’s sheltered from the rain and the prevailing wind direction. A month or two ago, as we hadn’t seen much activity around the nest for a long time, we removed it and cleaned the site up a little, removing the gecko droppings and bird poo from the wall.
The very next day, I heard the two little sparrows twittering and tweetering excitedly outside the back door, and an inspection in the early evening revealed that they had started assembling the grasses, twigs and fluffy bits they needed to build a new nest.
Currently, it doesn’t really look like much:
It’s quite messy, I must say. If I was Mrs Sparrow, I don’t think I’d be ready to lay any eggs in there. Far too drafty and unstable.
I’m so pleased that they are still nesting in our garden, after that awful experience last December, when we rescued one of their babies from the jaws of Tuffy-Cat. For a couple of days, little Flutter-Wings was safe, but then he passed away after all, much to our dismay.
This morning, they were sitting in the barren branches of the unknown tree (explanation), sunning themselves and cleaning their feathers one by one. This is the only relatively non-blurry picture I managed to take with both of them together.
Don’t you think they look adorable?
I just love them. This picture’s a bit more blurry, but I love how they’re sitting close together. I think Mrs Sparrow has such a soft, gentle look in her eyes.
Mr Sparrow, in contrast, is always chattering and chirping away – he looks so intelligent and dashing with his black-and-white mask, don’t you think? I almost expect him to whip out a rapier to defend the honour of his lady!