Sparrows in a bush

I was walking to one of the many coffee shops in my neighborhood this afternoon. I like to get out of the house to work occasionally and see that there actually are people and sunshine and traffic and noise.

I'm walking down the sidewalk and hear birds. Lots of birds. I look around but don't see them. They sound like maybe they're in the attic of the house on the corner. Or in the tree behind the house. Then the sound stops. Not a peep.

Then they start up again. All at once and all of them. That's when I notice it is a flock of sparrows in a bush. The bush looks alive! They are all puffed up trying to stay warm! It is kind of a magical moment.