Well now .... imagine that. Snow, In Maine...

[kinzel]

While we were expecting snow, again, and even birds at the feeders, what I wasn't expecting was:

my first red wing blackbird of the spring. Yep, and the blue jays were backing off, because apparently the blackbirds don't take trash talk from blue jays, even solo. Now, I've seen a group of the red wings and jays are yelling more often than usual...

Out the window to my left as I type are is a vague green-white camo-pattern that is the snow in the evergreens, seen through the snow that is falling. The quick eye catches the gray-front, the slow eye catches the blue of the jays; also out there waiting for a turn at the feeding stations -- juncos, Mr. and Ms. Cardinal, and a bunch of the near anonymous birds in winter plumage that look like finches or sparrows or warblers or kinglets or phoebes or tit mice (tit mouses?) or the like. Standing and looking down I can see some of the ground birds hopping among the lower branches; flashing by are chickadees -- I wonder, are they really *that* fast or do they merely appear to moves faster than the other birds?

So there, the morning is crowned and crowded with birds and I will not be going to the office today, alas.

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[6-penny.livejournal.com]

Chickadees have solved the problem of teleporting through subspace. They are actually members of the alien team that is observing and sampling the terran biosphere.
My mother had the ones at our summer house hand tamed - to the point that when I went out in the early spring to open the cottage,they would mob me,jump on my shoulder, get tangled in my hair, and get incensed if I didn't have a handful of seeds to distribute.