I was walking back to my car after checking out the location of the Wild Rose Gym in Bashaw early this afternoon. Saw a black-capped chickadee poking around in a softball sized hole in a tree in someone's yard. So I stopped and did what any self-respecting aspiring birder would do. I pished at it. Actually it's more like psh-psh . . . oh I'll spare you the details. I made the sounds that seems to call chickadees in closer. And it worked. The little fellow (or gal) came so close I spontaneously reached out my hand, wishing I had a peanut to offer it. But to my surprise the peanut wasn't needed. The bird actually landed on my hand briefly. Now I know that isn't a unique experience, but it was a first for me.
Way cool. Made my day.
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