Birding at Fort Ancient…continued from yesterday’s post.
The soft, gentle call of a chickadee buzzed from a stand of White Snakeroot as Rick and I walked the Little Miami Bike trail some 240 feet below Fort Ancient (from the North Overlook in the park, you can hike a quarter-mile trail down to the Little Miami Bike Trail). We stopped and watched the little bird as he landed on a flower, only to ride it slowly to the ground as the stalk supporting it bent under his weight. Fluttering and hanging on, the chickadee rested for a moment before gleaning an insect from its leaves and flying up to a branch to eat the juicy bit of protein. Several other chickadees buzzed and called all around us, one on a rusty fence wire, another in a tree deeper in the surrounding woods, another in a stand of white snakeroot on the other side of the trail. The little birds were busy. They seemed to know autumn was in the air and winter preparations were being discussed...
Is there anything sweeter or more soothing than the call
of a chickadee? For such a tiny and hard-working bird,
his call carries deeply, sinking right into the listener’s
heart, leaving traces of peace and happiness.
Sweet little Chiggy...do you know how
photogenic you are sitting on that rusty wire?
No matter how busy a Chiggy,
grooming should never be neglected...
Whenever I hear a chickadee sing, I slow down
and listen...and watch. Their song is magic.