I have seen him outside many times - Bar Haway is his bar and if you have food he will shout at you till you drop him a crumb, preferably of ham - but I have never before been inside when he has flown in.
He looked up at me and chirped.
"Sorry mate," I said, "I haven't got anything for you."
He flew up to the chair-back to check I was telling the truth,
I didn't realize I had captured a photo with his wings spread till I got home, but I am especially pleased with this one.
Then he hopped down to a chair seat and peered through the table legs at the floor by the counter.
He helped himself to a beak full, quite unconcerned by the comings and goings, and then took off out of the other door.
He's there every year - the same one, presumably nesting in the same place. I asked Julia if he ever brings his family but she said no, it's just him.
One little gorrion with his personal food source.
