I was searching for the neighborhood festival that was supposed to be happening today and instead discovered that sparrows take dirt baths. They dig little holes and toss the dirt around with apparent glee. Closer examination produced six little birdie baths scattered around under the bushes in the park. Who knew? I call that place Lazy Pigeon Park, the only one where I’ve seen pigeons sitting on the ground napping. I guess they’re pretty relaxed. It seems like nobody but me ever goes there.