Whenever I see a chickadee I think of W.C. Fields. He used the line, “my little chickadee” in several films and one film he did with Mae West was even named My Little Chickadee. When I was in college, some thirty-odd years after his films were originally released, I discovered them and found them quite hilarious. Here, my little Black-capped Chickadee is posing in the woods at Sax-Zim Bog in Minnesota as the snow blows behind it. I took this on the last day of our visit a couple of weeks ago. With the blowing snow in the background, it reminds me of my favorite W.C. Fields quote, from a movie short called The Fatal Glass of Beer, “It ain’t a fit night out for man nor beast.” And that evening, the storm came in.