My heart belongs to the chickadee. Black-capped or Carolina, I have no preference. Whichever of those perky, petite birds comes into range, I am in thrall and in love. [Note: This is a repost of the original post from Nov. 8, which I accidentally deleted.] This morning at the Mercer Meadows Pole Farm, I tookContinue reading “Dee-dee-dee: How I love thee, chickadee”