A chickadee darts toward my face.
With its black face mask,
it could be a Lone Ranger of the avian world.
I fall back.
The bird veers away.
No, not a Lone Ranger,
but a spoiled child saying
“Feed me now!”
I’ve been slathering peanut butter on
corn for the squirrels.
The chickadees caught on.
Now they peck at cobs more often
than their rodent teachers.
I’m happy watching them eat.
Hi! I explored some of your squirrel posts…is it true that you’ve lived in various places observing the squirrels? If so, that could make an interesting theme–something about traveling/living in various places through the eyes of a squirrel lover?
Comment by Bug — August 15, 2006 @ 3:20 pm
My traveling observations of squirrels are mainly in Montreal, but I’ve occasionally observed them elsewhere. Yes, that might make a good essay. Like when my husband and I visited the Bronx Zoo, but were most excited by spotting a black squirrel in the woods.
Comment by Administrator — August 15, 2006 @ 3:34 pm
Dart, veer, slathering, peck…all good, vivid words…also like “Lone Ranger” image and “rodent teachers.” I enjoyed reading this one.
Comment by Fat Charlatan — August 15, 2006 @ 4:35 pm
Simple, contemplative, sweet.
Comment by twitches — August 16, 2006 @ 6:18 pm