The first sparrow came down my stovepipe.

I really need a better weathercap, but have no idea who I’d con into installing it even if I had one.
This little guy could have waited a couple of weeks and I wouldn’t have minded. Not cold enough to need the fire lit – if it had been, he wouldn’t have made the trip – but a little brisk to be wanting to sit around with the windows open waiting for him to leave.
















































For you it’s sparrows, for me it’s robins and I saw my first one the other day. Spring has sprung!
Too bad there ain’t more meat on him…
Chimneys….
I can remember, as a teen, running down the slope of my grandmother’s roof so I could get the momentum to make the jump & land, sitting, atop the chimney (in warm weather, of course). In flat land, you could see a long way, although I was probably only 35 or 40 feet up. I know I was lower than the 50-foot TV antenna tower we later put up; I could climb it, too, instead of jumping.
Thinking about the population, I was one of maybe 20 or 30 people smoking weed in Puryear, TN, at the time, and that’s a generous estimate.
We had to have our chimney guy put a better cap on ours after our Tibetan Mastiff decided that the sparrows that were coming down the chimney made a great snack. So tell that little fellow he’s luck Bear’s not so energetic!
If LB would show an interest in them, they’d be of some use. The poor little things don’t do any real harm, I just feel bad for them. By the time they give up trying to fly up the pipe and end up fluttering in the firebox they’re already near-dead and not usually all that hard to catch. But it’s kind of a pain in the ass.