my fine feathered friend
My favorite backyard bird, the black-capped chickadee, has been scarce this fall/winter.
Funny story if you enjoy laughing at someone else’s expense:
You may have read about my troubles with the kinglet (can’t get a decent shot) and my bemoaning the weather (tired of snow, winter). Both independent musings, but today they came together in one perfect moment.
Had to run a few errands today despite the snowy conditions. In Massachusetts, after the second snowstorm of the season, we get blasé about snow despite the fact that, as a people, we drive very poorly in it. Well, it was very slippery, and I could not get back up my long winding driveway. To be more precise, I made it all the way to the crest, then got stuck. It was the worst scenario, because now I had to back down the aforementioned winding (did I also mention “narrow”?) driveway. I slid and jacknifed back down the driveway successfully avoiding gulley, tree, and stone gate. Parked at the bottom, I got out with my sundries, and prepared to trudge the 600 feet up the hill.
If you’ve read this far, thank you so much for your patience, and here’s the kicker: about a third of the way up I saw a rustle in an evergreen bordering the driveway. Out popped a GOLDEN-CROWNED KINGLET, not three feet from me. It not only did not flee, it gave me at least three picture-perfect poses worthy of a Paris runway, and chirped cheerfully. I stood there, a grocery bag in each hand, and enjoyed a moment with my little tormentor.
Love birds, love winter.