World Sparrow Day 2022: Theme, Slogan, Poster, Quotes, Poems, Significance, Messages, History and Awareness Program

World Sparrow Day 2022

The Nature Forever Society (NFS) in India started an international initiative to celebrate World Sparrow Day.

This Society works in the collaboration with Eco-Sys Action Foundation from France. The Nature Forever Society was founded by an Indian conservationist Mohammed Dilawar who started his work helping the house sparrows in Nasik.

For his efforts, he was named “Heroes of the Environment” for 2008 by TIME Magazine.

A male sparrow is slightly larger than female. Sparrows live in colonies known as flocks. If they sense danger, they can swim at a fast pace. Sparrows are not territorial in nature; they are protective and build their nests.

Male sparrows construct nests to attract their female counterparts. The house sparrow (Passer domesticus) is a bird of the sparrow family Passeridae.

House sparrows can live in urban or rural settings as they are strongly associated with human habitations.

The League is very well when sparrows shout, but no good at all when eagles fall out. (Benito Mussolini)

The sparrow that is twittering on the edge of my balcony is calling up to me this moment a world of memories that reach over half my lifetime, and a world of hope that stretches farther than any flight of sparrows. (Donald G. Mitchell)

Look at the sparrows; they do not know what they will do in the next moment. Let us literally live from moment to moment. (Mahatma Gandhi)

Let’s take this moment and help out our friend from our childhood. (Ajay Chavan)

Make the environment near you more sustainable, healthy and safe and ensure that sparrows can survive theirs again.

Don’t let another species of God’s creation get extinguished in your watch. Protect and save the sparrows. Wish you a very happy World Sparrow Day.

Life is short, save and protect our natural habitat while you still can. Happy World Sparrow Day.

A morning filled with the sweet chirps of the sparrow is full of bliss. Help bring it back again by stopping pollution and saving sparrows on this occasion if World Sparrow Day.

Donate and help to create a perfect habitat for the beautiful morning bird sparrow before it’s too late. Happy World Sparrow Day.

On this occasion of World Sparrow Day Make sure the world doesn’t lose its beauty by losing one of its most beautiful creatures. Save and protect Sparrows.

Save our Sparrow

Help to Save Sparrow Birds

Save Indian Sparrow

Save the Sparrows before too late

Save the House Sparrow

Save Sparrow Campaigns

Save Sparrow Articles

Articles on Save Sparrow

Blogs on Save Sparrow

‘Save sparrows for nature’s balance’

बड़े सबेरे चिड़िया चटपट उठ जाती, ले अंगड़ाई, 
नवचेतन हो नवऊर्जा से भर जाती,
भुन्सारे में, नवप्रभात के गीत सुनाती,
कलरव कर, शोर मचा, गहरी नींद से मुर्गे को उठाती,
गुलाबी सूरज को टेर लगा बुलाती,

वो चिड़िया कहाँ गयी …..मेरे आँगन की ?
जो मेरे बचपन में फुदक कर आती थी ,
बैठ मेरी छत की मुंडेर पर ,
वो चीं -चीं का शोर मचाती थी ।
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अपनी जिंदगी के चालीस सालों तक ,
मैंने रोज़ आकाश को निहारा ,
सुबह पंछियों को चहचहाते हुए पुकारा ,
और रोज़ की ही भाँति ….आँगन में आये कबूतरों को दाना डाला ।
मैं तब भी न समझ सकी …..
कि कोई हमारी दुनिया से लुप्त हो रहा है ,
इस बढ़ती हुई जनसंख्या में …
कोई अपना अस्तित्व ऐसे खो रहा है ।
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अचानक से तभी मुझे याद आया ,
कि हुआ करती थी …..एक छोटी चिड़िया आकाश में ,
जिसकी गुमशुदगी छपी थी …..उस दिन के अखबार में ,
जिसे बचाने की गुहार लगाई थी ……राज्य सरकार ने ।
मगर अब वो घोषित हो चुकी थी …..”State Bird Of Delhi”,
और मना रहे थे अब हम उसका … “World Sparrow Day”,
कह रही थी सरकार अब ….कि बचा लो उसको ….अब इन Urban हवायों से ,
जहाँ खो गयी है ….वो ना जाने कहाँ …..इन खूबसूरत फ़िज़ायों से ।
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दो अश्रु मेरे भी बह गए …..
उसको इस तरह से अखबार में देखकर ,
जो कभी उन्मुक्त गगन के पंछी थे …..
उनकी लुप्त होती प्रजाति को सोचकर ।
हाँ वो चिड़िया ….याद आई मुझे अचानक,
जी चाहा …. उसको थाम लूँ ,
कैसे …..कहाँ …..कब …खो गयी वो ,
जिसे “State Bird” से अब सम्मान दूँ ।।

Sparrow Poems

he Little Sparrow By Rama Devi Menon

The Little Sparrow
Abandoned by your mother
I become one like none other
Protecting you from rain and sun
Feeding grains one by one

Waking up to your chirp feeble
Your open mouth no longer a riddle
Sitting petite on my palm
To my soul you become a balm

The flutter of your tiny wings
What joy to my heart it brings
I long to see you fly
Joining friends, wishing me goodbye

The thought brings a silent tear
The separation can I bear?
But still I wait for the morrow
When you become a big sparrow

Where Have The Birds Gone? By Hema Ravi
(Teacher, St Mark’s School, Chennai)

“Chittukuruvi muttham kodhuthu” (meaning: The sparrow kissed me) brings back fond memories of our younger days. Our summers were always spent watching these birds build their nests in the niches of our homes, in the attic, and any other tiny corner that was away from human eyes. Today, these birds seem to be declining slowly. The other day, I took a walk in the Theosophical Society, and once again, I enjoyed the chirping and familiar sound of these birds. (Long, long afterwards, American poet H.W. Longfellow’s poem comes to mind)

Watching and hearing the sparrows was a feast to the eye and the ear indeed! I would like to share this verse with Young World readers.

Seed eating passerine bird,
Small, pink legged, conical bill
Grey brown, black throated males,
Grey brown with eye bordered females,
Black and tawny streaks on back,
Black winged feathers with white patches
Grayish white breasted birds.

Busying themselves in spring with
Straw, paper, twigs and grass
Nesting on low branches, in our homes, in sheds.
Children watched with interest nests in their homes,
Small birds perched on ledges or lofts.
Today, these have become a rarity,
Where have these sparrows gone?

My Two Guests By Sayantan Modak

Early Morning they come to my room;
Wake me up with familiar tune.

Whole day they stay by my side
Jumping and flying, full of life
Taking food, whatever and when they want
Their countless choices can end your life.

They make cozy nests in my dining hall,
Not bothered whether dwellers are big and tall.
In them, the newborns cry in rhythmic tune,
Make unending demands as they are never full.

With parents busy scavenging and hunting,
We peep in to find “how different are those being?”

“We are born fragile and afraid,
Not knowing what lies ahead,
Our parents feed and protect us,
Able enough to embrace the new world ahead”

I asked myself “What right do we have to deny them of their home?”
When we cut down trees to make our home;
I’m proud of helping my friends to build their nest,
For they are my truly loving and gentle guests.