The first Chickadee of the season
said "hello" to me today;
he must have seen me hang the feeder - only yesterday.
This morning he ate his breakfast,
while I stood and watched him eat;
he knew that I was friendly - wouldn't threaten or try to compete.
This tiny bird of black-and-white
has such a cheery song -
a happy tone, a pretty coat, comes close, and gets along.
He doesn't fly away if I get a
I wonder if he knows that I think him such a dear?
Welcome, little fellow - come and
sing your song for me;
there's plenty for your dinner and no 'bill' will you see.
I'll watch you through the winter
for as long as you will stay;
and delight in hearing your cheery song at intervals each day.
Joan Adams Burchell
Written September 18, 2003