The young fledgling birds out in my garden and still dependent on parents: English Sparrow…Downy…Black-capped Chickadee…House Finch. I see adult and youngster together in the smoke tree, on the feeding platforms, moving through the bushes along the fence.
At one point a pair of Black-capped Chickadees are feeding alternately at the feeders. Then a third chickadee shows up and complaints break out, the rat-tat-tat of calls. Are the calls angry? Pleading of a youngster? I don’t quit comprehend the chickadee language so I’ll never know. Each one feeds on the platform, then vanish back into the bushes.