The Pipwick Papers

Hello there! I'm currently browsing my week's reading list while listening to the rise and fall in sparrow chirping outside my window. There's a baby in the nest box and an increase in the volume of tweeting means an adult has popped by with something for the baby to much on excitedly. The noise creeps up on me and I get used to it, as well as the feathery company which goes to and fro. But suddenly the baby fledges and there's an eerie silence so I now try to appreciate the loud parts even more. Anyway, onward!