Sparrow-fart. That’s a Bob’s-your-uncle term for the earliest time of the morning. It’s about the time when all the sparrows get up and let out a little fart signifying their awakening at the crack of dawn. How cute.
Like a murmuration of starlings signifying dawn’s exact and equal opposite: dusk. The murmur is a welcoming, reassuring finish to the day. They’re such stars. Are they also lings then too? An underling star. Just little stars with so much stellar capacity. A star in training. A starling.