The conservation group monitors nesting success of the saltmarsh sparrow every summer along the tidal marshes.

A true sparrow hopped onto the windowsill, pecking at the crumbs left on the breakfast table.

On early summer mornings, a Cassin's sparrow perched on the mesquite fence and sang a thin, dry trill that carried across the prairie.

A Spanish sparrow perched on the wheat stalk, its streaked plumage blending perfectly with the fields.

While exploring the coastal ruins, I watched an Italian sparrow hop between crumbling stones, its chirps blending with the sea breeze.

During the field survey, I was thrilled to observe Bell's sparrow foraging among the coastal scrub.

A sagebrush sparrow nested in the dry basin, its song barely audible over the wind.

A cock-sparrow perched on the windowsill, chirping loudly at dawn.

I woke up at the sparrow fart to catch the first train.

She leaves the house at sparrow-fart to catch the first bus.