The little chickadees flit in and out so quickly that it has been difficult to photograph them…

My birdie looked wise
 With his little black eyes,
As he peeked and peered from his perch at me
With a throbbing throat and a flutter of glee,
 As if he would say–
 Sing trouble away,
Chickadee, chickadee, chickadee-dee.

(From the poem “Chickadee” by Hanford Lennox Gordon)