Our Daily Bird 50: One Dead Chickadee

This little guy caught my eye as I was scooting across campus on my bike. You see a lot of chickadees around these parts - roosting in bare trees, darting past quickly, and, yes, gathering in hedges. This is the first one I've found dead. I feel like I should have something profound to say about mortality or fragility but I don't. So I'll let the picture stand on it's own - one dead chickadee on a winter day.

Comments

[Elaine]

I do think the picture does stand on its own, David. It's very moving. And perhaps, nothing more needs to be said - if it could, the chickadee might say, "don't mourn for me, just get on with living - this could be your state tomorrow."

Self Pity (by D.H. Lawrence)

I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.

[David Shepherd]

That's a great poem. Thanks, Elaine!

[FSMichaels]

beautiful photo David, and great poem Elaine -

[Renée]

Poignant. It reminds me of Oscar Wilde's "The Happy Prince".