I love your Carolina chickadees story, Charlotte. You have makings of an essay in every one of your posts. I type this as I watch "my" two chickadees flit back and forth between the feeder, the pomegranate tree, and the pecan tree, right outside my writing-room window. I wish I knew where their nest was. Saturday, as I stood outside, one of the chickadees flew right in front of my nose to join its mate! They are so brave. Looking forward to seeing you at Essay Camp!
I love Carolina Chickadees. I discovered them in the early days of the pandemic. They were singing in the early hours of the morning in my backyard. A call and response. Lucky smart you to have a birds eye view of them. Your grief sounds fresh, so sorry. Wild is one of my all time favorites.
I love your Carolina chickadees story, Charlotte. You have makings of an essay in every one of your posts. I type this as I watch "my" two chickadees flit back and forth between the feeder, the pomegranate tree, and the pecan tree, right outside my writing-room window. I wish I knew where their nest was. Saturday, as I stood outside, one of the chickadees flew right in front of my nose to join its mate! They are so brave. Looking forward to seeing you at Essay Camp!
I love Carolina Chickadees. I discovered them in the early days of the pandemic. They were singing in the early hours of the morning in my backyard. A call and response. Lucky smart you to have a birds eye view of them. Your grief sounds fresh, so sorry. Wild is one of my all time favorites.