Isolation Series: The Sparrow's Grotto

"The Sparrow's Grotto"
11x14 marker and ink on paper

The sparrows have become dear little regulars at my spot by the creek. The song sparrow is a virtuoso and sings from the bushes and trees all day long. The swamp sparrow is more secretive and rustles about in the reeds and grasses, flitting through the bushes then down to the creek’s edge to sip the waters. On my visits to the creek, I sometimes scatter a handful of birdseed. The greedy chipmunks and squirrels vie for first dibs and often chase each other away completely leaving the seed unclaimed. When that happens, the swamp sparrow hops into view and dines freely within the shelter of the undergrowth. One creature’s loss is another’s gain.