What a darling surprise it was to drop bits of seeds on the bird feeder in my backyard and immediately have the chickadees fly over and snatch a bite. They’re growing more daring- or perhaps more aware of my harmless aura. Either way my heart fluttered as their tiny feathered wings landed right beside me. I catch my breath whenever I’m in the presence of wildlife. And when a bird comes forth it’s something I never take for granted. In the cold winter few birds make their home on this arctic tundra. Most head south or east or west or anywhere but this barren land. Aside from ravens, chickadees are the only feathered dancers you’ll find frolicking about. And when such a tiny little soul frolicks so close to me, it makes my entire day a special one.
