“Hey, that’s a chickadee’s
song!” Linda said, opening her kitchen window to listen more closely to
the bird that was singing on her patio deck. “These northern Ontario
“Hey, little chickadee!” said
Linda. “Wow! You are a sweetheart. Look at all those feathers! They are
ruffled up enough to keep you as warm as toast.”
The temperature had dropped to
– 30 degrees Celsius, with the wind-chill factor making it feel ten degrees
colder, but the sun was shining brightly. Close to the lake, the sky was
an intense shade of blue.
“Staying home today was
the best decision I could have made,” Linda said. “I will just relax and enjoy
this songster.” She was not about to venture
out for any reason. There was no one else outside either. Even
walking was treacherous because of the huge piles of snow that had started to
melt several days earlier. Now, there was glare ice on the sidewalks and black
ice on the highways.
Linda sipped on a cup of hot
tea, with lemon and honey. Gradually, she slipped into a deep, contemplative
mode.
The chickadee kept right on
chirping.
“Chirp!” said the chickadee.
“I’m dressed for this weather. That sun is so bright! How can I not be
singing?”
“Chirp, chirp,” said another
chickadee, who suddenly appeared at the side of the first one. “I’ll second
that. I think this place is great! I rather like it here. We are sheltered from
the bitter wind.”
“Another week and it’s Valentine’s
Day,” thought Linda, watching the two chickadees snuggle closer. “This is so
beautiful and inspiring too!”
Linda quietly picked up her
digital camera and began snapping pictures. The chickadees looked so
sweet, perched side by side. They kept right on chirping too, as if to
say, “We’re in love and posing, just for you. Take a picture and send it out to
everyone for Valentine’s Day.”
"That’s exactly what I'll
do,” decided Linda and she did just that.
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