Sparrows and snapdragons

This little sparrow doesn't venture from the front yard.

We think its eyesight is limited. Its feathers have never filled in or assumed adult markings.

It lands like a hovercraft, up and down until it senses somthing to land on.

It only uses the biggest feeder, where it seems to know it can be bumped along and still have footing.

When there is seed scattered on the porch, it cleans it up, taking seed from within inches of a human foot.

Here it is on the bird bath, contemplating.

(Less than adequate phone picture.)

I wonder if we'll see it in spring.

Earlier this summer the road super pointed out snapdragons in the lime bin.

White and purple.

They're really congregating now.

The tar kettle doesn't scare them.

Have I mentioned the road super is retiring at year's end.

My heart may break.