Close Encounter of the Bird Kind

Early yesterday morning I saw a cat in the woods and thought it might have been a neighbor’s cat who had long ago gone missing, or another cat she might have gotten. I called her and she came up as soon as she was able to pull on her ole Bean boots (the real deal here, folks).

As we walked out into my yard to try to find the cat, a chickadee landed on my head and then slid down my hair trying to pull one out.

My neighbor ran in and grabbed my camera.

The cat turned out not to be hers. But we now know that there is a feral, long-haired, Maine Coon cat out there somewhere.

And a tame, wild Black-capped chickadee.