Minutes later they're back. After eyeing up the possibilities, the female snips off another seed-head, like a flower arranger doing her rounds with the secateurs.
She returns yet again, alone this time. By now the male seems to have lost interest in home furnishings. This time she's even more picky, hopping around on the stone edging of the herb bed, reaching for stems then rejecting them.Eventually she settles for two of the smaller seed-heads, carrying them back to the nest with them sticking out one on either side of her beak, like a flamenco dancer with two roses between her teeth.
She seems to have started a fashion; next time I look four female sparrows are hopping about amongst the stems.