The house sparrow

Pictures of the house sparrow, brings me sweet and warm memories of my childhood days. Days when there were no rules and no goals. Small birds making, chirp chirp sound, sun in the background. A calm feeling . It was music to my ears . Silence broken by their sounds. Quick movements. Innocent looks. Time was moving in slow motion. It was a beauty to watch the birds go in and out of the house , sitting on the windows, on the floor. They build nest on the roof top, constant chattering. They know our mood, when we are sad, they come down and sit near us, and do something.