Jack and Jill Sparrow

"The sky looks like a Spring sky these days," Simmy said to construction son.
"Well, the temperatures are in thawing range," he replied. "It's supposed to get colder at the end of the week, so enjoy it these couple of days."
Ah, Canadian weather, never a dull moment.
There was a sweet, happy chirping outside followed by a more shrill frantic chirping.
Simmy looked out the front window. Little feisty sparrows were alternately singing in the lilac tree, then chasing each other in frantic, um, Spring amore?
"You must be the female," Simmy mused as she captured a picture just before Mrs. Jack flitted off.
"Whew! I barely got that pic, you crazed little bird," Simmy chuckled.
It was still rather cold outside so Simmy stepped back into the house to put on some big running shoes belonging to son of construction.
A flap of activity had her quietly opening the door, trying not to make any sound. The lovebirds were so jittery.
One of the birds flew up to the top branches of the neighbors' tree, hollering for its' mate.
"Okay, Jack, we hear you!" Simmy mocked.
Snap!

The masked face betrayed the little bellowing pirate and Simmy got a front view of Mr. Jack Sparrow.
"Well, you're not likely to get as popular as your namesake in human form but you can feel good about the fact that you were named first! You have the Genesis birthright."
An irate chirping had Simmy chuckling at the blustery complaint!
"I know, I know, but you can't do anything about Hollywood, love! They'd steal your feathers if you didn't move so fast!"
"I'll call you Jack and Jill Sparrow. I like that!"