He belongs to the gang of sparrows in my garden. On some days they chase each other and squabble like cats and dogs.
This one has retreated from all the commotion and gazes to the right, as if he only had eyes for someone special. The cool turquoise makes the warm tones of his plumage glow: rust brown, sand and grey.
His counterpart is the Sparrow in Rosé. Hung side by side, the two gaze at each other lovingly.
