When I first arrived at the Celery Bog that day, where the ice meets the dried up old grass from yesteryear, the sparrows moved slowly away. All but one, who hobbled and hopped and flibbity flopped his way through the tall grass toward me. It’s my old pal, the one-legged Song Sparrow! In the summer months he can be found in front of the nature center but today he is all the way down the hill with his buddies; it’s nice to see him doing so well. Pretty soon the other birds all returned and we had a chirptastic little sparrow party where the ice meets the grass.