All the sparrows (especially white-throated and tree sparrows) in the Metrowest area appear to be living in South Natick around the feeders at Broadmoor Wildlife Sanctuary. Everyone chattering at once, with the pine siskins throwing in a occasional zreet and the juncos plinking away.
Until the sharp-shinned hawk showed up. Suddenly everything went quiet, and when the hawk swooped in closer, there was a mad rush. Tree, house, white-throat, junco, song all rushing past. The chickadees were the only ones left, dededede-ing the alarm. (And then I foolishly got too close and the hawk was gone).
