Turnabout’s fair play, as they say. I’m always shooting chickadees outside, and today, one of them decided to check out what I do in here.

Yes, those are cobwebs on its feet. I tried to keep it away from the windows, but it just wouldn’t listen. At first I thought it was the baby chickadee, but it seems to be the male parent. The male will not land on my hand, but the female will. Although given the stress of the situation, she probably wouldn’t have either.

It kept going to the base of the window even though I pleaded and tried to coax it out with mealworms. There it goes again.

When the juncos came in, they looked over all the equipment I use, and got out of here in a hurry. The chickadee decided it would stick around.

I remembered the butterfly net in the garage. Please, please, I thought, let it not be the one with the hole in it.

It wasn’t. The family member came home, and managed to escort the chickadee outside in the net. It flew off into the oak tree where it lives. Where it is probably currently soaking in the tub, trying to get rid of all that stuff on its feet, and regaling the family with his strange adventure. I hope he remembered to tell them that there were refreshments.