Chickadees Finding Food in Winter Ron AI
Carolina Chickadee
A little friend has been stopping by,
A long way from its home.
But this is also its territory,
Where it can freely roam.
The little chickadee came,
Into my tiny backyard.
Hopped around merrily,
Like a singing bard.
Going, "Chicka dee, dee, dee."
its warning sweet and low,
That there are cats about.
So other birds would know.
Had me remembering long ago,
In the snow-covered frozen north,
How they brightened up the dreary cold,
Out foraging fervently to and fro.
It's good to see them nesting here,
After 40 years in the neighborhood.
Knowing that feathered cousins are dying,
Having them here is, oh, so good.
Copyright 2026 © Ronald W. Hull
4/9/26
You can read and print this poem at my website here.
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Rebecca
My first Spring here; I watched a Wren repairing an old nest in the stable. But as she worked, a storm blew in and the nest broke away from its anchorage.
Taking a tin can from the bin, I cleaned it out, and screwed it to the beam; then carefully arranged her broken nest inside it.
To my delight she returned and repaired it again; and there has been a Wren family in that nest every year since.