On Monday afternoon Andrew and I had lunch at Vovo Telo at 44 Stanley (the only place open at 44) and while I waited for the plateful of bread that I ordered (which was amazing) I snapped photos of these little birds – I think they are house sparrows (?). I have always loved how small and delicate they are. although it was really hard to take photos because they move around like lightning.
They remind me of one of my favourite lines from an ee cummings poem:
“may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old”