<p>My wife and I were engrossed in a TV programme in our room, enjoying the relief provided by the ceiling fan running full speed on a scorching summer day. The sound of fluttering wings and ceaseless chirping outside caught our attention, and we peeped through the window to see a couple of sparrows perched on the compound, chirping away.</p>.<p>“Let them be there,” my spouse said with a smile. “No problem. They just keep chirping, and that’s wonderful.”</p>.<p>Just then, the sparrows flew into the room through the window and perched on the windowsill, fluttering their wings and chirping incessantly. I wasn’t bothered by their presence or the chirping, but the revolving ceiling fan at high speed made me anxious. I feared they might fly across the room, hit the fan, and get hurt.</p>.<p>The thought made me tense, so I immediately rose from my chair and switched off the fan. The fan stopped. As I feared, the sparrows began flying across the room, chirping ceaselessly. I tried to shoo them off, but it was no use. The room was stuffy, and both of us were sweating profusely.</p>.Squirrels, sparrows and life lessons.<p>My wife looked uncomfortable, so I opened the main door, hoping fresh air would flow in and the sparrows would fly out. However, they landed on a flower vase and continued chirping, refusing to exit through the main door. They flew back to the windowsill, still chirping, and I sat down, unsure how to drive them away. I kept gazing at them.</p>.<p>Twenty minutes passed, and we were transfixed by the chirping sparrows. With the television switched off, their chirping interrupted the silence that was pervading the room. We just waited.</p>.<p>Finally, they flew out of the open window, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I switched on the ceiling fan, feeling grateful that the sparrows had been saved from potential harm. “Thank God,” I muttered to myself.</p>.<p>Standing on the verandah, I listened to the melodious chirping of the sparrows perched on a nearby tree, feeling satisfied that I’d played a small part in saving these birds, which are rapidly vanishing from urban spaces.</p>.<p>Their declining numbers, due to urbanisation, pesticide use, and loss of nesting spaces, are a concern. It is our collective responsibility to save them from extinction.</p>
<p>My wife and I were engrossed in a TV programme in our room, enjoying the relief provided by the ceiling fan running full speed on a scorching summer day. The sound of fluttering wings and ceaseless chirping outside caught our attention, and we peeped through the window to see a couple of sparrows perched on the compound, chirping away.</p>.<p>“Let them be there,” my spouse said with a smile. “No problem. They just keep chirping, and that’s wonderful.”</p>.<p>Just then, the sparrows flew into the room through the window and perched on the windowsill, fluttering their wings and chirping incessantly. I wasn’t bothered by their presence or the chirping, but the revolving ceiling fan at high speed made me anxious. I feared they might fly across the room, hit the fan, and get hurt.</p>.<p>The thought made me tense, so I immediately rose from my chair and switched off the fan. The fan stopped. As I feared, the sparrows began flying across the room, chirping ceaselessly. I tried to shoo them off, but it was no use. The room was stuffy, and both of us were sweating profusely.</p>.Squirrels, sparrows and life lessons.<p>My wife looked uncomfortable, so I opened the main door, hoping fresh air would flow in and the sparrows would fly out. However, they landed on a flower vase and continued chirping, refusing to exit through the main door. They flew back to the windowsill, still chirping, and I sat down, unsure how to drive them away. I kept gazing at them.</p>.<p>Twenty minutes passed, and we were transfixed by the chirping sparrows. With the television switched off, their chirping interrupted the silence that was pervading the room. We just waited.</p>.<p>Finally, they flew out of the open window, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I switched on the ceiling fan, feeling grateful that the sparrows had been saved from potential harm. “Thank God,” I muttered to myself.</p>.<p>Standing on the verandah, I listened to the melodious chirping of the sparrows perched on a nearby tree, feeling satisfied that I’d played a small part in saving these birds, which are rapidly vanishing from urban spaces.</p>.<p>Their declining numbers, due to urbanisation, pesticide use, and loss of nesting spaces, are a concern. It is our collective responsibility to save them from extinction.</p>
