Little Sparrow

Crying to be fed having fledged this morning and alone on the floor, tiny and vulnerable, I quickly ushered the chickens away pronto as they would have had it for breakfast. The racket was such it was attracting the magpies too and I kept running out clapping my hands to shoo them off. 

Much needed rain came as forecast and whilst photo yet editing again in my office, I strangely heard  the chickens chatting close by, inside!  On investigation I found 2 of the newbies casually preening and passing the time of day inside the doorway of the conservatory as I'd forgotten to close the door. No flies on them as it was torrential outside and I hadn't the heart to throw them out in it. 

Hope the little sparrow makes it.