The sunshine coming through the windows on the cold afternoon were interrupted by shadows in movement. My wife looked up from her work. I glanced up from a book. The dog went on sleeping. Another burst of shadow. We went to the window. A flock of sparrows, moving together in that strange frequency pattern they do that suggests collective intelligence, was foraging. Tree to tree, lawn to lawn. In energetic bursts of flight. And then, as quick as that, they were gone with no trace. #smallstories