A gang of sparrows lives in my garden. On some days it sounds like an excited, cheerful conversation in which everyone talks at once.
This one is looking to the left, as if he had just spotted someone special. Rust red, ochre and black sit close together in his plumage, and the soft pink background picks up their warmth.
His counterpart is the Sparrow in Turquoise. Hung side by side, the two gaze at each other lovingly.
