Chickadee

Judy got to hold a chickadee. It wasn’t all fun for the chickadee, though. First, he had to knock himself out cold by flying into our windshield. Judy thought he was critically hurt, so it was upsetting, but over the course of fifteen or twenty minutes, her chickadee regained his balance, perched on his own, and ultimately flew off to rejoin the crew.

Maybe not as dramatic as Brother David’s hummingbird going down in flames, but he isn’t the only bird-whisperer in the family.