The rufous-crowned sparrow flitted among the coastal sagebrush, its mellow song blending with the desert wind.

A white-throated sparrow hopped along the snowy path, its clear whistle cutting through the morning air.

The Eurasian tree sparrow landed on the fence as I walked by the garden.

An American tree sparrow flitted down from the bare branch to probe the snow for seeds.

The New World sparrow hopped through the brush, its subtle song blending with the wind.

During the 19th century, naturalists often referred to what we now distinguish as the saltmarsh sparrow and Nelson's sparrow collectively as the sharp-tailed sparrow.

The Old World sparrow built a nest in the eaves of the old barn.