In the falling snow this morning I heard little songs. One was that of hedge sparrows. It is not what you would call song music. It betokens more an everyday cheerfulness. “Hurry up! Hurry up! it’s very jolly out here.” it seems to say. Key G — ||d,r,re. m: d,r,re,m,s,fe, f,m,r,m,f,m.
This hedge-sparrow loves to perch when singing, close to the front windows, on a piece of wire-netting, put up to keep out larger more destructive fowls, and nearly always the same distance from the wall. At an odd time, a robin will favour this wire, when it is tired of singing from the rim of a broken pot or the roof of the pig-styes, and a wren has been known to alight for a rapid trill before descending to pick insects out of crannies in the wall beneath.
Otherwise, the wire-netting is the choir stall of the hedge sparrow. This bird is rather like a common sparrow in colouring and size although it does not belong to the same species and its body and head are more slender in shape. In a tree just a few yards from us, another bird piped among the snow flakes.
Key C almost: ||: re|m.re: m.re: m. re|m: — with the accent very strong on the m. e.
I would not go out and look for him, but testing his notes on the piano I found the m e somewhere between the lower E and F of the treble clef. It is a common enough treble stave of two notes but what bird is responsible for it I know not.