The sparrows seem to have huge appetites for their tiny size! I can't believe how much they eat!
Barn swallows too... they only weigh about half to three quarters of an ounce apiece, but they pile into a bug hatch like there's no tomorrow, so there literally isn't a tomorrow for most of those unfortunate bugs.
The industrious barn swalows here have cleaned up a huge bug hatch from Friday and left for their trip to the Caribbean right on schedule. There was a nice slide from two rainy days through a little heat wave and then a half-foggy morning, perfect to deliver that bug hatch as a gift to fuel the start of their trip. I miss their lively chatter already, but that hole in the mosaic of birdsong around here is just part of the change of seasons, and into the gap will soon enough come the calls of the chickadees... and blue jays shooing the season's offspring away from what the parents will again regard as their own winter feeding grounds. Funny how they're so quiet when their nestlings are vulnerable; I am never sure exactly where their nests are. But then they are raucously, emphatically territorial again after the babies are fledged out and by time late August rolls arond.