At the end of a
bad day, closing a week of social distancing, I can always go out and stand by my
bird feeder. The local chickadees have
learned to accept me. They will flutter all
around and take seeds from my hand when I offer them.
I talk to the
chickadees. They listen.
I am a man of the
chickadees.
At this moment in
time, there are far worse things than that.
—Mitchell Hegman
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