In summer the sparrows are waking at 4am. There’s a “chack chack” chorus from the greenery over the back wall. With a light accompaniment of thin, thready song, which I suspect is robin wake up warbling. I’ve been sleeping in the back bedroom as the sash window isn’t so busted and opens letting in more breezes. And air con hum from the shop over the wall, and breaking bottles from the bottle bank..and the sparrow alarm clock.
They dust bathe in my back yard. Perch on the fence, dart down to flick feathers and find crumbs and whatever else sparrows find in moss and basic pottery pots back yard.
If they didn’t wake me up so early I would think more of the fact that Jesus talks about God caring about them and me, and less about why the heck they are so very noisy and unmusical!