This bird has always been around.  It belonged to my grandmother and it has been in my mother's possession for years.  I never really thought much on what kind of bird he is.  I've just thought of him as "little bird" for all this time. 
I did a little google search for Lenox birds and came across several ebay postings for "Lenox Sparrow Figurines".  Turns out, Lenox created a few different poses of the sparrow that sold in different time periods.  They came in a few different colors - including pale green and pale pink.  I'm thankful my grandmother had the more common white version. 
I also asked google about the meaning of the sparrow.  This is what I came up with from a site dedicated to "Animal Spirit Totems":

I've painted this little bird, this sparrow, 34 times.  I plan to keep painting him until I'm ready to be like Sparrow. 

I'm reading tonight. This line from the book "Wonder" by R.J. Palacio is quite perfect.

"...(she) reminds me of a bird sometimes, how her feathers get all ruffled when she's mad. and when she's fragile like this, she's a little lost bird looking for her nest. so I give her my wing to hide under." (p. 203)

Little birds... They are so beautiful and playful as they dart around. They are strong and graceful on the wind. They are fragile and delicate, they break so easily...

What I see when I look at my reflection is twisted and warped and unrecognizable. Crying for hours a day will do that to you.

Red is the color of anger. Red is the color of passion. There's too much red.

Artist. This term, this label, I never felt it fit until recently. It's a big term, it says a great deal about who you are, how you think, how you function, how you experience the world. The senses are heightened. The experiences are all more intense. The responses are amplified. It's not easy being an artist, seeing things differently, feeling everything more profoundly, seeing everything as a symbol with meaning... The regular world misunderstands the frenzy they see. As an artist you produce work that both takes from you and gives to you. It is hard to maintain this balance, hard to let the world that cannot understand in...

This is not a copy. I set this composition up a second time and repeated the painting. I have a thing for repeating myself... Never changes anything though.

Admittedly, it would be a short fall from this precipice, but the urge to jump is there.