Harmonious Sparrows

There are very few berries left on the pyracantha now.  Over the past few weeks the sparrows – a dozen or so of them – have been steadily munching their way through them, with a little help from a couple of great tits, some blue tits, and a coal tit.  Unlike last autumn, all has been peaceful and harmonious; no sign of squabbling or quarrelling, and nobody trying to scoff the lot!

Behold, how good and pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity! 

Psalm 133:1 

Psalm 133 

How beautiful the sight

Of brethren who agree

In friendship to unite,

And bonds of charity!

‘Tis like the precious ointment shed

O’er all his robes from Aaron’s head.


‘Tis like the dews that fill

The cups of Hermon’s flowers;

Or Zion’s fruitful hill,

Bright with the drops of showers,

When mingling odours breathe around,

And glory rests on all the ground.


For there the Lord commands

Blessings, a boundless store,

From His unsparing hands,

Yea, life for evermore:

Thrice happy they who meet above

To spend eternity in love!


James Montgomery