Bird lives

My brother George revealed yesterday that he had heard the call of the chickadee, pictured above.

I did not hear it! I must have been listening to one of my Pennario records. We are a little ahead of schedule with the chickadee this year. Usually it does not make itself heard until the middle of February.

My little niece Barbara heard the chickadee too. To prove it she competently imitated the chickadee's song.

But here is what puzzled me. George said the chickadee did not count because it was on the coldest day that he heard it.

He thinks that if you hear the chickadee when it is zero degrees, it does not count!

I say it counts double.