Not a Dead Bird

House Sparrows roost in my neighborhood.  As soon as the sun rises, they are here to have their breakfast. On a hot day, they are ready to take a cool bath.

"I have to finish my bath before a Robin shows up."

After the bath, they've found an ideal place to dry up on the rooftop of the neighbor's shed.

"We are not dead birds.  Just drying off and 

taking a nap at the same time."