Wednesday, February 11, 2015
The other day, as
I walked home from the post office, house sparrows were darting to and
fro in the limbs of a tree. One was on the ground, pecking about in the
dust and winter-bleached grasses. When I approached along the sidewalk,
the sparrow shot straight up, a perfect vertical line, to a twig some
twenty feet high in the tree. This took no more than a second. Although
it's possible the wings fanned so fast that it wasn't discernable to my
eye, I saw no flapping of wings. I asked, how'd you do that?! The
sparrow gazed down at me like a proud little stuntman.
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