The campground is silent, blanketed in our first snowfall. Today I walked my trail, the first human footprints made. I say human, because I could see where the fox had trekked ahead of me.
It was a beautiful walk, although I didn’t see any wildlife to take photos of until I returned to my own front yard, where the birds were feasting on the sunflower seeds I’d put out before I left. I caught these images of a chickadee digging into one . . .
First he peeled the outer layer
When my camera made its clicking sound, he looked right at me, as if to say, “Mine!”
Then he went back to it, checking me out every so often to see if I was still there.
Eventually he pulled the meat out.
I thought he’d swallow it whole, but no, he put it back between his feet and proceeded to have his Thanksgiving dinner.
And as he swallowed the last bite, he looked back up at the feeder, wondering he had room for seconds.
I hope everyone had a wonderful and safe Thanksgiving. May the weeks and days leading up to Christmas be joyful.