Sunday was the sparrow’s declaration of independence day.
Sunday morning when I woke up she was watching all her relatives busy eating out on the deck. She was so eager to join them that she wasn’t pecking at any of the seed which I had scattered on the floor for her breakfast. As soon as I opened the door for her, she was out and away.
I saw her once more that day. She came in briefly in the afternoon with a companion. Her friend almost followed her inside but skidded to a stop just over the door sill and quickly flew back out to the deck. My little sparrow didn’t fly over to me, but seemed to be taking a quick look around. Then she was off. I was really expecting her to turn up at sunset, which she had been doing.. But as the sky began to darken, I realized that this was the night.
I have seen most of our barn sparrows since. They have been eating the seed on the deck. But I have not been able to recognize her nor has she given any sign of knowing me.
This is success!
Grace and I can be happy indeed that we were able to raise this baby, who bonded so closely with the two of us, and return her to her own community.