Boreal chickadees are as shy as their black-capped cousins are friendly. They tend to stay in the inner branches of the spruce trees and seldom linger long enough to allow themselves to be photographed. However, last evening a young one crashed into the front window, providing an opportunity for a close encounter of the sweetest kind.
Though it appeared to be gasping for breath when I first picked it off the ground, it eventually recovered enough for me to place it in a safe spot where its parents (but not local cats or birds of prey) could easily find it.
The cement top of the septic cover, which is surrounded by rhododendron bushes, proved a perfect place to set it down. When I checked it later, the little creature was already moving its head around and looking more alert. Since it had no outward sign of injury, I left it to God’s care. I figured He’d be up all night anyhow
By early morning it was gone. The window is still a concern, but I’ve since discovered that keeping the patterned curtains closed will help deter other birds from crashing into the glass.
This morning I saw two adult Boreal chickadees flitting and chirping among the spruce trees. Could they have been the parents returning to say everything was fine with their little one?
Text and photographs copyright Amy-Lynn Bell 2013