Winter is the time of the year when I am finally able to photograph some of the small birds that are with us all year, but are hidden in the leafy branches and undergrowth during the other seasons, like this Carolina Chickadee (Poecile carolinensis). Generally I see these little birds at the feeders at the Visitor Center at my local marshland park, so I was really happy when this chickadee posed for me in a more natural setting.
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It’s amazing how similar Carolina’s are to Black-capped Chickadees. I don’t know how they recognize their differences in areas where they overlap, unless they sing a different song.
I think there is supposed to be a little shading difference on the neck and the call is different, but my bird book notes that range is one of the only ways to tell them apart.
That’s a little beauty! And I like your title’s nod to W.C.!
Sorry, that’s supposed to be a nod (not a “not”) to W.C. (Fields).
Only those of us of a certain age got the reference, I suspect. Mae West and W.C. Fields–what a combination for a movie.
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