No tunes necessary with the lungs on this one—he’s been barking orders at us all morning, going so far as to jump out of his nest, march over to each of our desks, and demand food.
We hope to get this baby house sparrow back to his parents shortly. . .
06.20.09 update: That afternoon, our bird friend, who we aptly named “Meatball,” proceeded to delight us by falling asleep in the tiny space between Melissa’s desk and a corner wall. He apparently talks or rather, tweets, in his sleep. The SPCA happily received him later that night.