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Chickadee

It’s so hard for me to get a good photo of a chickadee; they’re tiny and flit around so much that by the time I set up for the shot, they’re gone.

I worked on getting this one quite a while, and in doing so, I pissed off the little guy; he just wanted to have an uninterrupted meal, and there I was with a big lens in his face.

After a while, I was annoyed too, and it drove me to poetry:

I bugged

A black-capped chick-a-dee

For photographs all day

Until he got so sick-a-mee,

He finally flew away.

–Photo by me

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