A Tribute to the Chickadee




Sweet little chickadee perched in the tree
How tiny and frail you seem to be,
Such a wisp of a bird, so small and slight
How do you endure winter’s nasty bite?

Tiny in stature, but yet you survive
I admire how you stay alive,
Flitting from the feeder to the tree
Chirping chickadee, dee, deee,

You hold the seed between your toes
And crack it open while the wind blows,
Tap, tap, tap and munch, munch, munch
It takes all day to eat your lunch,

Chickadee, you are tough and bold
You keep on singing, despite the cold,
You flit about in weak winter sun
I’d swear that you were having fun!

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  1. Shilpa GupteFebruary 15, 2015 at 9:48 AM

    Awwwww!!! Cathy! I have fallen in love with your poems! :-)

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  2. JoFebruary 15, 2015 at 12:09 PM

    I love these babies, too. They were very heavy feeders in our Michigan feeding station or as we call it, the birdie buffet.
    They are so delicate looking, but apparently very hardy guys!

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    1. UnknownFebruary 16, 2015 at 3:28 AM

      That's cute about your birdie buffet, Jo. That's what it's like and it's a squirrel buffet, too. Yes, chickadees are very tough little birds for sure.

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  3. UnknownFebruary 15, 2015 at 1:18 PM

    It amazes me how they withstand the cold - better them than me! ;)

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    1. UnknownFebruary 16, 2015 at 3:28 AM

      Me, too, Laurel. I don't know how they do it.

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  4. elly stornebrinkFebruary 15, 2015 at 2:28 PM

    Such a sweet tribute to chickadees Cat! And such a lovely photo too! You sure are lucky to see all the birds you do. :) <3

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    1. UnknownFebruary 16, 2015 at 3:29 AM

      I am lucky, Elly. I enjoy my birds so much and it helps pass a long winter. Thanks for the comment.

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  5. ObsessivemomFebruary 15, 2015 at 5:19 PM

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  7. ObsessivemomFebruary 15, 2015 at 5:20 PM

    That's such a sweet poem. The chickadee is one lucky bird :-)

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    1. UnknownFebruary 16, 2015 at 3:30 AM

      Thanks, Tulika. Much appreciated. Yes, that chickadee is lucky and tough to survive that winter cold. Amazing how tough all the winter birds.

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  8. NabanitaFebruary 15, 2015 at 8:40 PM

    Such a sweet poem ! One lucky bird this is :)

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    1. NabanitaFebruary 15, 2015 at 8:41 PM

      Oh and one more thing..you must be so observant to actually write this :) Great!

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    2. UnknownFebruary 16, 2015 at 3:25 AM

      Thanks, Naba. Can you tell I watch the birds a lot when I should be writing? LOL! Thanks for your comments.

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  9. Nisha SanjeevFebruary 15, 2015 at 10:24 PM

    Hey Cathy... I wanna be a Chhikadee, tough and bold though small and slight. Good metaphor.

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    1. UnknownFebruary 16, 2015 at 3:32 AM

      Me, too, Nisha. They are tougher than me how they endure that cold winter.

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  10. RajlakshmiFebruary 16, 2015 at 3:22 AM

    dee dee dee:D :D
    I just loved how your poem flowed... so smooth and beautiful :D

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    1. UnknownFebruary 16, 2015 at 3:31 AM

      Thanks so much, Rajlakshmi! Glad you liked it.

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