Spring Break, Part 3: A bird in the hand is worth...

     I have a lot of family on the East Coast. I also have a fair number of relatives on the West Coast. This turns out to be very convenient for birding, since I can find a lot of things we don't have in Illinois when I visit my grandparents.
     On an excessively cold morning (I was wearing two hats, as you' might notice in the photos), we drove out along the twisty, narrow, roller-coaster roads of New England to get to a wildlife sanctuary at Ipswich River, which is owned by the Massachusetts Audubon Society (referred to as Mass Audubon, which is an appropriate name considering how much land it owns). We met up with two of my uncles, my aunt, my cousin, and my sister's friend who lives in the area to take a tour of a small maple syrup manufacturing operation on the Audubon land.
     The tour was aimed at a slightly younger audience (there were numerous people under the age of ten in attendance), so I spent much of my time listening to the guide with one ear and using the rest of my senses to look for birds (it was, after all, a wildlife sanctuary). There were a fair number of species there: bluebirds, several types of woodpecker, Red-winged Blackbirds, Mourning Doves, House Sparrows, and the expected complement of tiny hyperactive forest birds such as titmice, chickadees, and nuthatches.
     At one stop, while we were waiting for the tour group in front of us to hurry up and move on, a trio of Black-capped Chickadees (Poecile atricapilis) came tumbling into the bush next to me and didn't display much in the way of fear of humans. I then got a great idea: I would make them land on me.
     Chickadees are famous for being incredibly bold and inquisitive, matched only by certain species of jay. In areas with little human contact, they'll come right down and land on people to inspect them (especially when food and noises are employed). I'd seen the pictures and the YouTube videos; now was my turn to try.
The three little puffballs soon flew away, however. I decided I would need to take off my coat (which is bright blue) next time to appear a bit less artificial (I had my dull grey State XC hoodie on underneath).
     Luckily, there was a "next time." Wandering around in a smaller group after the tour, I got to a fairly secluded area of the woods and listened for chickadees. As soon as I heard them, I stopped and started "pishing." Pishing is an imitation of one of the alarm calls used by various small bird species to say, "There is a relatively weak predator in the area (like a small owl). We should go gang up and chase it way." Chickadees, titmice, nuthatches, kinglets, wrens, gnatcatchers, and a few other feisty little bird species are susceptible to these noises. Especially chickadees. They can't resist it.
     I held a stick in one hand as a compromise between my wanting the birds to land on me and their fear of humans (as minimal as it is). It worked. The little guys repeatedly came and sat on the branch and inspected me for a bit before retreating back to the undergrowth, only to repeat the process.

Look closely. There's a chickadee on the stick I'm holding.

     Eventually, one of them got a bit more adventurous.

Look closely. He's about to land on my left hand (and a second one flying in front of the tree trunk).

     Birds are relatively light for their size, and chickadees don't exactly have much in the way of size. I could barely feel the little guy except for the initial impact when he landed. He stayed on my hand for a few seconds, and stuck his beak up my sleeve to see if my watch was edible. SO. CUTE. But eventually he decided he had had enough, and went back to join his flockmates. The flock actually followed us along the path for a hundred meters or so before breaking off and heading elsewhere.
     To say the least, I was happy. I had just had a close encounter of the bird kind, and I had photo evidence. But as it turned out, my Poecile pal wasn't as unique as I thought he was.
     After all, sometimes bribery is more powerful than patience...