In the heat of the day I turned on the stream and sat under the shade of the Douglas Firs.
It wasn’t long before I heard the chickadees calling to one another, flying overhead, finally daring to stop by the precious flowing water.
We were all refreshed.
I always wondered what a ‘chickadee’ was. I thought it was a baby chicken. 🙂
Or Mae West!
Best wishes, Pete.
They don’t make them like that anymore!! 🙂 🙂
I love WC Fields! 🙂
Fun! I love their voices!
You should try to find the whole film, it’s priceless!
At one point we had them landing on our outstretched hands. I love them.