I went out to my backyard this morning and found a little chickadee 
fluttering around inside a feeder. It was a long cylindrical feeder with
 holes and perches around the bottom half. The food level was just 
below the top hole, which allowed the little bird to enter. Too late, I 
now know not to let the food level drop that low. .
I immediately dumped the bird, and all the feed, onto the yard and 
ran inside for a shoebox and rubber gloves. I was back out within a very
 few minutes, but it was already dead. Nevertheless, I put grass in the 
box and placed the chickadee on the grass. I also dripped a few drops of
 water onto its open bill. After all, perhaps it was only in a coma. But
 I am quite sure now that it is dead. I'll give it a nice burial later 
this afternoon when the blazing sun sinks behind the trees. In the 
meantime, the box is in the shade.
 
What a sad story. My grandfather was a birder. If I could find some extra time, I would love to pursue the interest I have. For now, my bird feeders in the backyard will have to do for my curiosity. Great blog, lots of luck!
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