"There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion" Francis Bacon 1561-1626

Monday, 26 July 2010

Life on the Ledge, more Sparrow Sketches

Yesterday morning I was delighted  to see the sparrow nest had survived the night. It had developed quite a bit since the day before and was now a lovely shapely domed nest with a sheltered side entrance and not too many trailing bits.  But they carried on adding and adding. You just want to go out and say “Stop now!! It’s fine!! It’ll do!!” But he kept the grass and twigs coming and she kept folding them in. You tend to think they know what they are doing but it was definitely beginning to look too big!

I sketched the nest at its apogee.  Built up at the back to sit snugly in the corner, side entrance away from the prevailing wind, it was looking good,  but now spilling right out over the ledge.

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Predictably,  I have now become fascinated by them and go outside and watch them. I made a few sketches of them perching on their ledge. The male bird was out and about more, stopping in between twig gathering trips to bounce along the outside edge of the parapet chirping furiously at everything and everyone, me included.

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This little sketch perhaps shows what he was doing best. There was a lot of fluffing out of feathers and fluttering of wings and leaning right over to shout.

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I was quite taken with all this machismo from such a little bird so I  made a couple more sketches to work out a pose..

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Shouting from the Ledge

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**POSTSCRIPT**
We went for a bike ride in the afternoon. While we were out a strong breeze whistled up from the south, turning the gap between the building and the columns into a wind tunnel.
Yes .. you guessed, the nest had blown away, again. The whole damn thing,  every twig, every leaf. Hours of careful weaving, innumerable tireless trips to collect those strands of grass.  The sparrows were back sitting on their empty ledge again.
Then down swooped the male and came back with a large bunch of grass. They are starting  all over again!  I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry!!

7 comments:

froggy said...

I laughed until I cried...!

Harlee said...

Laugh girl Laugh - aint it just the way of life be it bird or [human]beings :)

"Can he become indeed acquainted with grief and yet rejoice forever in the divine consciousness"

Kate said...

haha, a bit funny but also this story is frustrating! I want them to pick a more secure nesting spot!

Roasted Garlicious said...

your sketches of the sparrows nest are delightful!! your so talented!!

Curbstone Valley Farm said...

Beautifully illustrated! I'm so sorry the whole thing has blown down again though. Those poor sparrows can't seem to get a break. I'm sure though, diligent as they are, they will try again.

Anne McCormack said...

Your artwork really captures the little guy's attitude!

Sandy Walker said...

What a great story. I will look forward to the sequel.