Change Is Hard

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Hope

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I’ve told you about this fluffy bit of joy before. But I just have to tell you about my experience this morning.

Even though I stopped filling my bird feeders this spring, due to the bird disease in our state, many of my little birds are still stopping by. I watch them check out where their feeders used to be, or be-bop among the branches of the trees and shrubs we planted just for them.

And lately whenever I go out on the deck one particular chickadee arrives, almost instantly, and looks at me intently.

So I go down the steps to the seed bucket and grab a small handful. By then the little bird is waiting expectantly in the beech tree near the bucket. He won’t come land on my hand, but if I move it toward him he doesn’t fly away. And he will move closer and closer, until he’s on a branch within my reach. Then he carefully leans over and selects a seed from my palm.

From another encounter a few years ago.

Generally he flies to a higher branch and eats it, then flies away. He has never come back for a second helping, though he always makes me smile.

But this morning, as he was hopping down the branches to my hand another fat chickadee landed near the top of the beech tree and started to make a lot of noise while flapping it’s wings. I thought it was admonishing my little guy for getting too close to me.

Still, he reached down low, hanging almost upside down and carefully selected a seed, then flew part way up the tree and cracked it open. And then he flew up next to the noisy chickadee and fed the precious treat to the other bird!

Visiting the birdbath last summer.

By now I was smiling ear to ear as I stood still, hand still out, more treats awaiting. Would he come back?

And he did; almost immediately he bounced back down to the branch near my hand, grabbed another seed, moved up and opened it and then took it to the chirping fat bundle of feathers near the top of the tree.

Then he came down a third time. This time he and his friend (or mate?) took off with the seed, maybe to their new home.

Last fall at Kensington.

I think there’s something right in the world when a tiny little bit of nature can trust us scary humans. I’m still grinning hours later.

I hope you’re smiling too.

Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

27 thoughts on “Hope

  1. Fun! How wonderful that the bird shared! Yes it made me smile too! Thanks

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  2. I am. 🙂

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  3. Absolutely beautiful, Dawn, and you did bring a smile to my face. Thank you.

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  4. Yes, I am smiling – I suspect the birds are smart and know who to trust. What a lovely experience!

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  5. Smiling 😃 how wonderful!

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  6. 😁!

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  7. What a sweet little bird.

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  8. I certainly am! Patience and persistence pays off.

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  9. This definitely makes me smile! I heard one “expert” say the birds don’t need us to feed them, but I think they get as much joy from it as we do. Hope this bird flu passes by quickly!

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    • He sure shows up instantly when I go out. I watch, though, and they’re all eating bugs and seeds from the shrubs so I don’t think they’re starving. But they’d RATHER get it easier from a feeder, for sure.

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  10. Smiling here too! 🙂

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  11. Oh I am SO smiling!! What a wonderful encounter! ❤

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  12. Wow, that was grand! 🙂 We’re having similar bird disease here in Washington from the commercially produced food for them. Almost everyone I know has stopped feeding them. But they are so delightful when they trust us. This made me smile! 🙂

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  13. Awesome!!!!! This does give me hope.

    I left out a pile of dog fur from a recent trimming, in hopes that the birds would find it and use it for their nests. I caught a chicakdee with a pile of fur in his mouth the other day. I checked the pile and the fur was almost all gone! Lots of baby birds will be born and kept cozy this year by some crazy, old black and white dog’s fur😍

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