chick-a-dee-dee-dee

I have a soft spot for the small birds.



Perhaps, one day, I too will become a human birdfeeder.



I've been reading about the whistling chickadees in Minnesota Nature Notes. It's one of the birds that brave our winter climate, and the fee-bee call is not to be mistaken for the phoe-be or fi-bree of the eastern phoebe, a bird that only comes to our corner of the world in spring and summer.

I want to know bird calls, especially when we're waking up while camping, dirt and pine needles skittering across the tent floor, and little feathered creatures are ushering the morning in.