My first sparrow story goes back nearly forty years, when I
had a mild interest in birds, and accompanied C on a tour he was leading in
mid-May at Mount Auburn Cemetery in Cambridge. While everyone's binoculars were
scanning the treetops for a Cerulean Warbler C called our attention to a dusky
movement in the shadows under a hedge. "There's a pretty good look at a
Lincoln's Sparrow," he said. It was a lesson in full-spectrum alertness and
the ability to distinguish among LBJs, the "little brown jobs" of the
bird world that for a novice can be hard to identify even in hand.
More recently C and a birding companion caught a fleeting glimpse
of a sparrow oddity along the edge of the Halibut Point moors. "Lincoln's,"
called C. His companion asked half-humorously whether C had had a good enough
look that she could count it herself . A Lincoln's Sparrow looks very much like
the prevalent Song Sparrow.
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Song Sparrow
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Sparrows may get more attention from housewives scattering
breadcrumbs in the dooryard than from newcomers to the world of natural
splendors. Sparrows bring to mind "the least of these" parable from
the Sermon on the Mount when Jesus pointed to the Creator's delight in all
creatures, down to the most unpretentious of birds, or persons.
Besides a Song Sparrow I could definitely recognize a White-throated
Sparrow at my home bird feeder and in the thickets of Halibut Point, by its
crisp white head stripes and bib. Yellow touches above the eyes further ornament
individuals seen at close range.
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White-throated
Sparrow
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A few years ago when I encountered S at the Park she asked
if I had seen the White-crowned Sparrows in the Back 40. It's similar but a
little different from the White-throats, she said, and is just now passing
through in migration. I missed it then but her excitement stayed with me in an
obscure memory capsule until this spring when I made my first sighting of this
bright-headed LBJ beside the path leading up from Folly Cove.
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White-crowned Sparrow
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It was one of those breakthrough moments when a clan of
look-alikes begins to take on special interest, and initiate a new challenge.
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Chipping Sparrow
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In past excursions I had noted rufous-capped sparrows that
stood out perkily from others, like the Chipping Sparrow pictured above and the
Swamp Sparrow below.
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Swamp Sparrow
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This does not mean that they were easy for me to distinguish
from each other in the field. Other factors like location and peculiar habits
help experienced birders make quick discernments.
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Tree Sparrow
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Vocalizations can also facilitate on-the-spot
identification. This Tree Sparrow, though you can't see its rufous cap from the
photo angle, commends itself with a singularly beautiful melodic warble.
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Field Sparrow
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The pocket-sized Field Sparrow has a distinctive pinkish aspect
that, with the white eye ring, set it apart from the rest of the clan.
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House Sparrows
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At the other end of the comportment spectrum come the burly House
Sparrow mobsters that proliferate close to human habitation and muscle swallows
from their nesting box. They're the ones that hit you up for potato chip handouts
at the Park entrance.
House Sparrows differ from the rest of these birds in that
they are of another taxonomic family despite superficial resemblance to our
native species. They were imported experimentally from Europe to America in the
nineteenth century and have become an invasive pest.
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Fox Sparrow
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The Song Sparrow's middling features and year-round presence
make it a convenient standard for identifying some of the other species. In
comparison, the Fox Sparrow is larger with a redder aspect, more broadly
striped, and lacking the central black spot on its chest. It passes through our
area on a limited spring schedule. The one pictured here appeared beneath my
home feeder.
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Savannah Sparrow
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When I made my sparrow quest known to A this spring, she
said a friend of hers had just seen Savannah Sparrows in the scruffy grass
traffic island at the entrance to Folly Cove pier. The next day J and I were
walking right by that spot, where a couple of inconspicuous Song Sparrow
lookalikes were searching for weed seeds. J said, There's your prize. After
close examination of the photograph I have more appreciation for honing in on fine
feature distinctions.
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Lincoln's Sparrow
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My apex sparrow moment this season came when I happened on a
Lincoln's Sparrow, guided by a tip from two experts canvassing Halibut Point in
the annual Birdathon. True to type this bird tried at all times to keep itself screened
from sight by foliage or shrubbery. I look at the photo and wonder if readers
are thinking, What's all the fuss? All I can say is that I feel lucky to pursue
mild obsessions in such a pleasant place.
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Song Sparrow singing
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Out on the heath you're likely to hear a Song Sparrow before
you see it. The bird begins its spritely concert with a rising-falling pair of
notes, followed by a series of chrrr-ing phrases. The effect is like
"Attention, please" and "glory, glory, glory."
In considering the sparrow I imagine a Chinese scroll
painting with an apricot tree blooming in a courtyard, a boy sweeping petals
from the walkway, and a cluster of sparrows gleaning kernels of grain by the
well. The delicate elements of the composition interlock with a serenity that
promises endurance through the ebbs and flows of circumstance. Other scrolls
are festooned with cranes or peacocks, but this one mellows the viewer with an
attainable peace.