A Black-Capped Chickadee Pauses In The Rain
You always know when he’s around
Filling your ears with chickadee soundsA black-capped fireball jam packed with speed
Dive bombs the feeder snatching a seedOff to a nearby branch he zips
Turning somersaults and flipsSecures his prize between his feet
Chipping away till his meal is completeBefore you know it he is gone
All that remains his ‘Chee-Chee-Chee’ song
13 thoughts on “My Little Chickadee”
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I so much enjoy watching the chickadees that come to my bird feeders. They are amazing birds 🙂
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I agree. Their energy is really something.
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Beautiful, Sandy!
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Chickadees are one of my favorite birds, Pete. I love their energy and agility.
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Lovely, Sandy. I’m looking forward to the return of the birds with spring.
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Yes, it is a wonderful time of year. Thanks for stopping by!
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I love them, too! Very nice poem. Read it to my spouse just now.
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One can’t help but smile when chickadees are around.
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Love these birds. Your poem depicts them precisely 🙂
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Thanks, Inese. I love them, too!
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Such a charming poem!!☺☺
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Glad you enjoyed it.
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My pleasure!
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