AUGUST 11: Chickadee
“I can’t understand,” said Mrs. Chickadee, “how creatures can live together and quarrel all the time. It is such waste of perfectly good time in the first place.
“In the second place it isn’t any fun. Now, singing and chirping and worm hunting and bread-crumb parties are all lots of fun.
“But quarreling isn’t any fun at all. It makes creatures unhappy and it makes them very often quite sad. Even if they get the best of a quarrel they don’t feel all happy and excited as they do after a fine party.
“Now, the Sparrows fight all the time. But no one would ever describe the Sparrow as a merry, happy little bird.
“There is the Starling. No one would describe him as a happy bird. And the Starling is a fighter, too.
“We scold in fun, nice chuckling, scolding notes we give, but we are famous for our good spirits. Chick-a-dee-dee-dee.
“I’m sure most people know what we look like with our little black-capped heads and the patch of black right under our beaks.
“We have pretty throats, we’re told. The black patches are soft looking and rather smart, too.
“We wear simple gray suits and have white touches on our wings.
“In the winter time we like to be about, too. And nothing upsets us. We never grumble over the weather. We can’t understand how people can grumble over the weather.
“To us it is so foolish. The weather is going to do just what it wants to, in the first place, and isn’t going to pay attention to any one, nor is it going to pay any attention to what any one thinks. And yet how few seem to realize that!”