There's a sparrow in there

There might, in all good sooth and honesty, have been five or six sparrows in there, chirpling away in all good glad humour.
Which is not to say I could see them; it's been a wet summer, and the forb is full well grown. Since it was also windy, for the stiff breeze values of windy, all the wee birds flashed across the sky just as quick as they could go, and down into the diverse herbage. So I had a number of "well, I think that was a bird" moments today.
The plus side is that I got a fair number of wildflower pictures; the less plus side, at least going by the limited knowledge of my readership that I have, is that there a bunch of pictures of seagulls, too.