Sparrows darted between the branches, filling the morning with cheerful trills.

Ms. Sparrow reviewed the property deed one last time before signing it.

A sparrow landed on the windowsill and peered inside.

Sage sparrows nested among the low shrubs, their soft trills blending with the dry wind.

Every morning, the hedge sparrows chorus at the garden fence, greeting the sun.

Java sparrows gathered on the telephone wire and sang until dusk.

At dawn the cock-sparrows perched on the old fence, chirping loudly as they greeted the morning.

Chipping sparrows hopped along the garden path, their quick, metallic chips creating a steady staccato as they searched for seeds.

Ipswich sparrows returned to the dunes every spring, their tiny footprints tracing familiar paths.

Savannah sparrows perched on the fence, flicking their tails as they scanned the field for seeds.