… excuse to go berserk.
While the turkeys were poking around in the birdfeeder, the chickadees were practically turning somersaults in the air. I’ve never seen a bird more delighted to be in the middle of a blizzard. Everyone else is puffed up against the cold wind and icy snow, but not those chickadees.
I never noticed this before, but I recently read one of Tom Brown’s [the famous tracker from the Pine Barrens in New Jersey] books. As a youngster he learned a lot from his good friend’s grandfather, a Native American who was himself an accomplished stalker of animals. This man loved chickadees because they have an unmistakable joie de vivre.
He’s right; never mind that the windchill is around forty below or the sleet is coming down like little arrows. These tiny birds are right out there, darting around in the air, singing their hearts out. They just love bad weather.
Even the little guy in this picture has an attitude, doesn’t he? Perched up there with that stone bird, jaunty little stance, checking out the wind speed for another aerodynamically impossible zoom over to the apple tree. I swear he’s smiling.
Can you imagine how freeing it must be to see adverse conditions as an excuse to have a blast?
Think about it.