- published: 01 Apr 2016
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Sparrows are a family of small passerine birds, Passeridae. They are also known as true sparrows, or Old World sparrows, names also used for a particular genus of the family, Passer. They are distinct from both the American sparrows, in the family Emberizidae, and from a few other birds sharing their name, such as the Java sparrow of the family Estrildidae. Many species nest on buildings, and the house and Eurasian tree sparrows in particular inhabit cities in large numbers, so sparrows are among the most familiar of all wild birds. They are primarily seed-eaters, though they also consume small insects. Some species scavenge for food around cities and, like gulls or rock doves, will happily eat virtually anything in small quantities.
Generally, sparrows are small, plump, brown-grey birds with short tails and stubby, powerful beaks. The differences between sparrow species can be subtle. Members of this family range in size from the chestnut sparrow (Passer eminibey), at 11.4 centimetres (4.5 in) and 13.4 grams (0.47 oz), to the parrot-billed sparrow (Passer gongonensis), at 18 centimetres (7.1 in) and 42 grams (1.5 oz). Sparrows are physically similar to other seed-eating birds, such as finches, but have a vestigial dorsal outer primary feather and an extra bone in the tongue. This bone, the preglossale, helps stiffen the tongue when holding seeds. Other adaptations towards eating seeds are specialised bills and elongated and specialised alimentary canals.
Two days ago I found his number written on a card
And I started to remember my live at sparrows-yard
Under a flag of freedom of love and anarchy
But all these good old memories won` t bring the past to me
He played in a band, he never got out of breath
He missed no crazy thing, his life was like his death
We could not believe, why didn` t he come back
A preacher spoke of love and hope, we all were dressed in black
Was it the day, the sparrows flew away
Was it the day, we flew away
Was it the day, the sparrows flew away
Was it the day, we had to pay
A girl was going out with one of our floor
Until she felt in love with Rob, who smoked next door
Times were getting harder, I stood between the lines
The wheel of time was turning, we didn´t recognize.
From this day our common room got quite
No more peals of laughter were roaring through the night
A tear could have been love, a smile could have been hate
We were sitting in our rooms to wait on our fate
Was it the day...
The millers were here, had few crates of beer
None of Blyth Power used our shower
A Citizen Fish smoked a few spliffs
Then the letter was short by the land lord, no...