Colin's Chicks

Never have I had the chicks so keen to see me as around here. I hardly have left the house than I am mobbed. Fearless they are. They come flying from all directions. My hairstyle is always in jeopardy even though I spend split seconds doing it up before venturing out into the brave new world. See it goes like this. Because of the bears and mice, the local media advise cottage owners not to put out birdfeeders. Shame, shame. So despite admonitions from my landlady not to keep my newly acquired one up, I do. But I take it in at night and when leaving for any length of time. Seems like a workable compromise. The other day when I got home four or five chickadees hopped along in the branches beside me as I walked the fifty metres to the house. All in anticipation of a reconnection with some eats. Then to-day I could not walk the five metres from door to hook without two of Colin's chicks landing on the birdfeeder while I still held it.