Today I’m watching CHICKADEES at the feeder. They dart in and out, wary, active. I notice the roundness of head and body, black eye hidden in the black cap, long narrow tail, thin, short legs, small feet. They flit and dart, chase each other away, hold a seed with one foot and crack into it with short sharp beak. First real SNOW of the winter last night. Everything clean and white and fresh. It looks and feels good now, but I’m already dreading winter.