The daily birdsong here is breathtaking. Constant, loud, varied. Several kinds of woodpeckers, and other birds I don’t recognize beyond their type-wrens, juncos, finches. The songbird life is rich.
In particular the chickadees seem to have no concern about having us as neighbours. There’s one or two always chatting in a tree right over my head, or flitting by, or bouncing on a branch nearby. One’s around me so often I feel like I’m being followed. H.W. says they are not following him. I think chickadees are endlessly adorable with their fast, perky energy.
It turned out we parked the camper right by a chickadee nest in the making- two, but it seemed to choose one over the other after a couple days. It was hollowing out a dead tree started by a woodpecker. In the first tree the hole was only deep enough for half the little bird body, so I could see the tail bobbing – what is it doing in there? Then it would back out, fly to a nearby branch, and pfft, spit out a beakful of sawdust. Repeat. It seemed to choose the second tree and give up on the first, though. This hole is lower to the ground but smaller, and the tree is only about 4” diameter. We looked in and the cavity is about a foot deep!
Impressive for such a tiny bird, one mouthful at a time. I haven’t seen him working on the excavation for a couple of days, so I suspect and hope that this means she’s setting on her eggs now.
*I guess he was gone courtin’; he brought back a nice lady! We were lucky enough to catch her inspecting the nest, and she must have approved of it, because then they both danced an excited little shimmy dance, and mated! Proving the shimmy is universal. So now she will be laying, and then setting.