Once upon a morning early, while I rested, peaceful, surely,
Dreaming of adventure, splendor, and of far off places to explore,
While I nodded, lightly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently smacking, nails perhaps into a floor.
"'Tis a hammer," I suggested, "tapping near my patio door -
Only this, and nothing more."
I was wrong, however. After weeks, if not months of morning tapping, Teen discovered the source of the problem.
This family of chickadees is going down.