In the summers, my father and I would set up birdhouses in our little garden. Every summer, the sparrows would come back, looking for a safe space to build their nests.
Bringing twigs, then later when their eggs are hatched, feeding the chicks, and teaching them to fly. It was absolutely magical how life unfolded in front of us.
We would keep clean water available all the time, along with quality bird food, grains, etc. The bird feeder is always filled, inviting all sorts of other guests as well, from house sparrows and squirrels to bulbuls, parrots, and crows.
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