We had a sparrow house at home: an opening in wooden planks that had some space for sparrows to live. They were fed everyday with rice grains. My grandfather used to give a fist ful of rice to me and asking me to throw them on the floor and watch the sparrows pick them up one by one, at about 4 oclock in the afternoon, before coffee, during winter when sunrays lit our katte.
We have blood in our heart now; no mercy flows in our veins. Sparrow houses were closed down. We are more modern, clean, and better people now aren't we?
We caught pIti. It seems they are called Dragonflies in English.
This bird is something! Humming like a chopper! I will have to find out a place to watch this thing in Saskatoon closely. Will see.