Y⃒̸̷̝̜̙ͥͥͥngmar<p>Every sunset, a few sparrows arrive in this tall bush and chirp and chatter from between its twigs.</p><p>It's how I know when to pack up my work for the day.</p><p>If I whistle them a song, they shut up and listen with interest, twitching their little heads this way and that. I like to think they enjoy it, or perhaps they just think: "What is the weird mammal chirping about, makes no sense. Stupid mammals".</p><p>Either way, I enjoy this moment very much.</p><p><a href="https://social.tchncs.de/tags/Nature" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Nature</span></a> <a href="https://social.tchncs.de/tags/Bush" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Bush</span></a> <a href="https://social.tchncs.de/tags/Evening" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Evening</span></a> <a href="https://social.tchncs.de/tags/Sparrow" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Sparrow</span></a> <a href="https://social.tchncs.de/tags/Bird" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Bird</span></a> <a href="https://social.tchncs.de/tags/Homestead" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Homestead</span></a></p>