Pause

She darts around on the branches, never staying in any one place for very long. All movements, including flight, are quick. The tiny birds with the short, sturdy beaks are at home along the trail we frequent in Summerside, Prince Edward Island. They blend with the tree branches this time of year, only catching one's eye when they flit or hop around. We pause to observe.

She's quiet now and keeps her chick-a-dee-dee-dee sounds for later.

 

This time of year, the little birds are fluffy and puff their downy feathers, trapping air next to their skin. Body heat warms the air so the chickadees can live in the cold temperatures.

 

 

These black-capped versions have black hoods on their heads and a black bib, white cheeks and gray backs. Our friend today does not have the buff coloured sides like this bird from last summer.

 

 

They love sunflower seeds and will feed from your hand if you are patient. In the photo above, the chickadee is her slimmer self, lacking the air trapped under her down.

 

Today, the little bird poses as if to say, "Is this my best side?"

 

"How about this one?"

 

Finally, she bows, as if to acknowledge the applause of her admirerers gathered below. Then she's gone. We can hear her singing in the trees above as we move on.