Chickadees are a very common bird here on the island, but, even so, they’re my favourite. They’re so bright-eyed and friendly and have such a cheery song.
One winter day, a few years ago, I went outside to fill the feeders. The chickadees were flitting about in the branches above me and coming so close. I thought maybe if I held some birdseed out, they would land on my hand. Of course, I had to have a picture as proof, so I held the camera up to my eye with one hand, and stretched out my other hand with some birdseed in my bare palm.
And then waited . . .waited . . . and waited.
My arm was aching so badly I thought it might drop off. But the chickadees were flying closer and closer to me so I wasn’t about to give up. I didn’t move an inch. I hardly breathed.
I couldn’t actually see them because my eye was in the viewfinder of the camera but I could sense the flutter of their wings near my hand.
And then, finally, I felt the prickle of tiny toes on my fingers and a chickadee appeared in my viewfinder for a brief moment. I started snapping – no time to focus.
There’s another reason I like chickadees. They stay with us all winter long. They’re not “snowbirds“, flying away south every year, leaving us bereft of their company.
Their cheery little chick-a-dee-dee-dee song does the heart good especially in the deep of winter.
And speaking of deep winter, we are in day two of nasty weather. Schools are cancelled again and there’s a freezing rain warning in effect. Freezing rain, mixed with the snow that fell yesterday, creates a messy situation.
Despite the wintery weather, guess what I heard earlier this morning?
A sure sign of spring.