I hate house sparrows, as I know I've mentioned before: hate them, that is, here in New Mexico, where they have, once again, taken over our bluebird house. I knew I had to do something about this ... removed their tall, scraggy, untidy nest (so unlike the delicately woven one that bluebirds make), and deal with its contents. To my dismay, a couple of eggs had just hatched; a couple remained. That wasn't fun.
I should say - it's perfectly legal - indeed, necessary - to destroy sparrow nests, eggs, and young (and for that matter adult sparrows) since they are an invasive species, and murder native bluebirds - eggs, chicks, even adults. But it went against all my instincts. I consoled myself by admiring the makings of the nest itself, using discarded sparrow feathers, which if you ignore their origins are surprisingly beautiful.
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