Sparrow

Monday, 23rd August 2004
Wild West Yorkshire nature diary

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sparrow

The fledgling house sparrow staggers erratically over the back lawn in the morning rain. It's in trauma, it seems to have lost the use of its legs and moves along by dragging itself with its wings. There's no external sign of injury.

At least we can put it somewhere dark and dry - in a shoe box on some paper towels.

It soon dies and I make this drawing, intending to do a more detailed study of its plumage but then I see one of those small, squat, flat, slow-moving flies walking away from the body across my desk and I decide that I should dispose of the unfortunate bird by the hedge behind the compost bins. Next Page

Richard Bell, richard@willowisland.co.uk

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