[i]By John A. Smith Editor in Chief[/i] There's [b]literally[/b] fifty sparrows sitting out in front of my house right now. What are they doing there? I really don't know. They are just sitting around with their mopey faces and sometimes they hop around for a bit, but their further motives are unclear. I tried offering them some bread, but they politely refused and just awkwardly looked the other way. More on this story as it develops.