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My World – snow spot

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Can you guess what this is?

Not a footprint.

Nothing fell from the trees.

Not a squirrel butt mark.

I’ll give you a hint….

Think small, really small….

Give up?

It is a chickadee snow bath wallow.

I looked out my window to see a Black-capped Chickadee taking a snow bath.  By the time I dashed to the garage to get the camera out of the car and made it round the house; the Chickadee was long gone, but its tub was still there.  Pretty cool, huh.  Now that I know they do this, I’m on the lookout.  I’d love to get it on video.

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Birding in a Blizzard

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Tufted Titmouse

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Black-capped Chickadee

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Slate-colored Junco

A blizzard has struck the northeast.  We are predicted to get 12 inches of snow.  I did not go to work, so I sat snug and dry in my garage  taking pictures of my local backyard flock hustling for food.  Garages make great DRY bird blinds.

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Saturday birdwatching

There is chasing, and then there is chasing, and then there is the possibly getting a lifebird a few blocks from my house.  I got an email from the Director of Weis Ecology Center that she had a female RED Crossbill at her feeder.  Red?  Since she only lives around the lake from me, walking distance really, I threw on my coat, grabbed my camera and drove over.  (I didn’t realize it was walking distance when I drove, OK?)  When I approached the house, I could see activity on her back deck and after a few minutes of scanning the trees, her deck and her neighbor’s deck; I spotted a drab bird with a funky bill.  I could only see the bird’s head popping above the deck railing.  She flew, I smiled, Score! and settled in for a long wait at the end of her driveway.  I wanted to see her again.  But I never did.

Karla came out and invited me onto her deck and then we all went next door to her neighbor’s house and watched and waited from the comfort of their kitchen.  The Crossbill was consorting with a flock of House Finches and a lone Pine Siskin.  We watched hoardes of Finches come and go, eagerly scanning any and all birds high in the trees.  But, to no avail.  I am hopeful she is still around.  I ended up spending a lovely day with Karla and her husband, met her charming neighbors, and watched and chatted about birds.  My kind of Saturday.

Having things to do, a pie to bake and not wanting to wear out my welcome (as my mother would say), I left for home as the light lengthened and turned golden.  When I got home, my own little flock of feathered neighbors were congregated in the forsythia next to the garage, (I swear they associate the sound of the garage door opening with food, like Pavlov’s dogs.)  I filled my hand with black-oil sunflower seeds and stood stock-still as the bravest of the Chickadees landed on my outstretched fingers, selected a seed then flew to a sturdy branch to peck it open.  I love that.

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