Poetry:~Chick-a-Dee, Dee, Dee~

Chick-a-Dee, 

Dee, Dee she calls,

With steady precision,

 Glides in swiftly, 

Picks a treat,

Working hard.

~

With her treasure, 

Flies to a branch, 

Seed held tight, 

She hammers away,

Until she succeeds,

Devouring her meal.

~

Chick-a-Dee, 

Dee, Dee she calls,

Back and forth, 

Back and forth,

She repeats her need,

Working hard.

 

Black-Capped Chickadee
Black-Capped Chickadee

While drinking a cup of coffee this morning, from the comfort of our living room, we watched a little Chickadee consume her breakfast. 

 

She worked hard trying to nourish herself. She was dealing with cloudy skies, cold temperatures and breezy winds.

Photo, from my archives, taken this summer.

12 thoughts on “Poetry:~Chick-a-Dee, Dee, Dee~”

    1. Hi Barb, I hope you enjoyed your weekend! We had rain today; we thought it was going to snow again, but it didn’t! Yes, watching the birds and being a birder makes life much more interesting. It was be done anywhere! Have a great week ahead! Thank for always stopping by, I appreciate it very much.

  1. I didn’t know there was such a bird, I always understood it as a slang like term. Nice photo and poem. That must be one of the birds on your life list, 360? is an amazing number, I don’t think that I’ll reach a hundred. 🙂

    1. Hi! I bet the weather in Hawaii is much better than here in Colorado. There are seven different Chickadees here in the US.

      I remember getting so many new birds when we visited Hawaii. I bet you just might sight well over 100!! Keep adding hem! Thanks for checking in!! Very nice to talk with you.

    1. Hi Cubby! Thank you!! I loved your comment. I have been busy getting ready to take off for the winter. I need to pay your blog a visit and see what beautiful poetry your have written.

  2. I do love the chickadees! Have spent many hours watching them! One time we had a nest with baby birds I a small birdhouse by our back porch. We watched the babies come out of the house and take flight for the first time…well, the last little baby came pit with deformed legs. We weren’t sure what to do…put him in a shoe box and put him in a cedar tree in the yard. Hope your having a great week Sheila.

    1. I know it is hard knowing what to do ; you want to help some how, but not sure how. This summer, in my yard, I had a baby Scrub Jay that was very weak. It even let me hand feed it a peanut, twice which it ate both times. I don’t know what happened to it. One year I had a baby Scrub fall in a little pond we have. I got it out and put in inside overnight, but it was dead the next morning. I tried hard to dry it and warm it up. I know who is in charge – Mother Nature. We are so busy, getting the coach ready, will start loading it tomorrow. Tried!!!

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