A veritable feast

Had I a digital camera, I would photograph the scene out my window: A baker’s dozen of sparrows. Assembled together in the fig tree. Their grey and brown colouring matching perfectly the grey and brown of nude fig tree branches. This congregation has a purpose. Increasing numbers of sparrows now congregate here each morning. Along with blackbirds, thrushes, a variety of finches and the occasional plucky waxeye who dares to confront the ‘big birds’. Joining them, two new visitors: a welcome pair of fawn coloured ringneck doves, come from I know not where. And watching intensely from higher branches, surprisingly reticent mynas. Word gets around it would seem. All are eager to partake of the recently instigated daily buffet. Laid out upon the new bird feeder situated only feet from my window. A tasty mix of lard and seed, supplemented with a few slices of stale bread. A veritable feast.