My Little Backyard Chickadees

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.

~ Susanne

6 Comments on “My Little Backyard Chickadees

  1. I always wondered what a ‘chickadee’ was. I thought it was a baby chicken. πŸ™‚
    Or Mae West!

    Best wishes, Pete.

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