Yesterday lunchtime, happily sprawled on the potting shed sofa enjoying my egg and cress sandwiches whilst reading Needlepoint Weekly, I was becoming increasing irritated by the almighty kerfuffle going on outside. The general garden volume has increased over the last couple of weeks with the birds becoming as excited as me at the prospect of spring. I hasten to add that we have quite different reasons for our enthusiasm! Anyway this particular racket forced me out of my comfort to investigate the perpetrator of the fuss. I was absolutely thrilled to see the little fellow above. Once a common sight, this is only the second time in the eight years that I have seen a sparrow at Cliffe. It has been widely reported that this gregarious chattering bird has declined significantly over the last few decades; the horrific figures according to the RSPB are 71% since 1977. Far less than scold him for disturbing my peace I welcomed him. Fingers crossed he will find a mate and this will be the start of a new ornithological chapter in our garden.