We all know the hills are alive with the sound of  music. Well, the walls of our house are alive with birdsong. There must be hundreds of sparrows residing in holes in our two-hundred-year old stone house, and another flotilla of them under the eaves. They cheep and chirrup from the crack of dawn until the sun finally sets.

Here are two of the newest generation waiting for Maman Sparrow to return. Chris took this lovely photo.

We’re gradually filling the sparrow doorways up every winter to gently encourage the sparrows to find somewhere else to nest each spring. Cute as they are, they’re pulling all our insulation to bits and there is a real chance our roof will fly away one day if they all decide to take off at the same time!