Black-capped Chickadee.

Last night it snowed a bit,
and this morning the birds came out,
and I saw them, many birds,
and heard their small voices—
well, except the jay, whose voice was large.

Yellow-rumped Warbler.

A kinglet came quite near,
four Yellow-rumped Warblers flew over,
tardily southbound,
and a fifth posed for a blurry photo.

Chickadees flitted everywhere, everywhere.
They draw out other birds, the chickadees,
other little birds that follow them around
because chickadees play the game
of Marco Polo: “Marco!” “Polo!”

I saw all but two of the dozen birds
on my list today. And I got a few
half-decent photos.
And in my mind I hear “Marco!” “Polo!”

American Robin.

Beech Hill List

Beginning at 10:30 a.m., I hiked the open trail.

1. Black-capped Chickadee**
2. White-breasted Nuthatch**
3. Blue Jay (v)
4. American Robin
5. Hairy Woodpecker
6. Golden-crowned Kinglet
7. American Crow*
8. Northern Flicker
9. Yellow-rumped Warbler
10. Tufted Titmouse
11. American Goldfinch (v)
12. Downy Woodpecker

v = Voice only
*Also elsewhere
**Voice only elsewhere