BIRD LIFE IN WASHINGTON 
43 
CHICKADEES 
A gay little troop of Chickadees have 
just surrounded me. No need to look up 
from my work to know they are there; 
such a lively chatter these sociable little 
«y 
people make. I wonder how many 
thoughts “Chick-a-dee, dee, dee,” ex¬ 
presses for they repeat it over and over as 
they cling to the leaves right side up or 
upside down. 
When Chickadee talks my ear tells me 
where he is but when he sings, I must 
hunt for him—he is a ventriloquist then. 
He may be within a few feet of me and 
yet make me look in the top of the trees 
for him. 
Photo by W. L. Dawson 
NEST AND EGGS OF OREGON CHICKADEE 
