Just
out of doors, beyond the pane,
He
flits from twig to twig, his air
A
jaunty grace, yet, apt to deign
A
visit of the morning fair,
He
calls to me,
Chick-a-dee-dee-dee
!
And
blithe all wintry days is he.
His
garb is plain, his sable cap
Fits
to his skull, and all his mien
Bespeaks
his mind that scorns the lap
Of
plenty, while full oft, I ween,
He
laughs at me,
Chick-a-dee-dee-dee
!
Light
little vagrant of the sky,
He
fears not want nor heeds the cold,
Yet
through his pranks he casts an eye
Within
betimes — so slight yet bold —
And
chirps to me,
Chick-a-dee-
dee- dee !
Please,
sir, a crumb! and
wins his plea.
by C. C. Lord
What a beautiful bird, and how lovely to be able to hand feed them :) x
ReplyDeleteI agree. They are so cute and cheerful. They are so light you can only tell they are in your hand because you feel their tiny toe nails.
ReplyDeleteBlack-capped chickadees are one of my favorite feeder visitors. Your photos are awesome, Joan! Were you able to take them yourself one-handed? My favorites are the two where their wings are spread.
ReplyDeleteI did the pics on two separate days. The second day I was alone and able to shoot the pics while feeding them. They are so tame! When Don, my brother-in-law goes out to feed them, they hang onto his coat and sit on his shoulders. I would have liked to get some of those pics too.
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