Found this House Sparrow sitting in one of the lobster traps behind the "soon-to-open" Cape Ann Brewing pub (I know one of the cooks!) this morning. Given the snow coming in tonight, he should have taken a trap a little lower in the stack!
House Sparrows are a non-native species also known as English Sparrows. Some of them were brought over from England in the early 1850's. Bluebirds, purple martins, swallows and other passive hole-nesters are driven from their homes by these aggressive non-native birds.
The moon sets over West Gloucester on the morning of Christmas Eve.
On Christmas Eve Written by William Wilfred Campbell
In byre and barn the mows are brim with sheaves, Where stealeth in with phosphorescent tread The glimmering moon, and, ’neath his wattled eaves, The kennelled hound unto the darkness grieves His chilly straw, and from his gloom-lit shed, The wakeful cock proclaims the midnight dread.
With mullioned windows, ’mid its skeleton trees, Beneath the moon the ancient manor stands, Old gables rattle in the midnight breeze, Old elms make answer to the moaning seas
Beyond the moorlands, on the wintry sands, While drives the gust along the leafless lands.
Layers upon layers of sky and clouds, sea and earth.
In That Sunset Written by Loralea Anderson
..... and in that sunset I beheld but a reflection of the splendor that is You! Before the day was laid to rest You gloved the brilliance of a hundred suns And colors I had never seen, Nor memory could contain: Blending and Melding and Stirring up the Sky and Sea; Showing me Infinity: Feeling me humility.