I know. When you say someone is "twitterpated," you're describing them as goofy with love. Besotted. Wiggly and squiggly. All that good stuff.
Not this time. This time I'm using the term to describe a curious phenomena that has been taking place in the maple tree outside the kitchen window. In that subdued twilight time between sunset and full dark, there are what surely must be a kajillion sparrows flitting about the branches of the maple, well-hidden by the leaves, and they're all talking at once! I'm here to tell you, a kajillion birds speaking in unison are LOUD -- and it's all twitters.
Don't ask me what has them so excited. I don't have a clue. Maybe it's some kind of convention and they are enjoying their cocktail hour. Yeah. That's your typical cocktail party -- everyone has something to say and nobody is listening.
I'd have been happy to take a picture of the gathering for you but it's really hard to see anything but leaves. Once in a great while, one of the sparrows pops out of the tree as though it's been ejected and then it dives right back in again. No time for any candid shots.
Fortunately, I was able to use the above picture of a house sparrow that I downloaded free from here. Interestingly enough, the site is simply called "copyright-free-pictures.org.uk/." And I appreciate them. I think it's wonderful they were able to photograph a sparrow that was behaving in a calm, sedate, mannerly fashion. A sparrow that wasn't -- uhmm -- twitterpated.