Walden Pond, Massachusetts
We hear them on our walks, those tshcick-a-dee-dee sounds that raise winter spirits.
Somewhere in the crowns, flying from branch to branch,
always in motion but almost never too close to be seen...
And then comes the view, among nearby branches.
Hops, stops, cleans her feathers in a jiffy, hops...
Makes me feel good about this mild winter...
