More lovely moon views this morning, and the promise of lunar company in the morning for a couple of weeks while it slowly wanes.
I also had an encounter with a chickadee singing an exchange with local bird friend that I could hear but not see. He sat in a tree near me, but it was too obscure for a photo. They have several sounds, but my favorite is a little up-down whistle, kind of like "Yoo-hoo!" It is a pleasant call of song, distinct from the more famous "chick-a-dee-dee-dee" that they use for warnings.
If you click the link above, you can turn on the bird's various songs and they play in a repeating loop. It was lovely background for my writing today, though confusing for the dogs.
They describe the sound as "fee-bee," but I've always thought of it as "wee-zee." I had an Aunt Weezie who died young, when I was in my 20's. When she was a girl, family stories recount, she thought the birds were calling her name. It's a lovely way to remember her, every time I hear their song.