In 1988, when I was 15, a female house sparrow began to appear every time I went into the garden via the back door. She'd land a couple of fence panels away and then bounce towards me with her head cocked to one side. I'd pop back in the house and crumble a biscuit or some bread and throw it the bird. She seemed happy with this arrangement and it continued throughout the summer. One morning, she actually took some bread from my hand. I named her Freda. I don't know why!
Then one day, she didn't appear on the fence and I never saw her again.
I was really sad at the time
Has anyone else had a similar experience?