Today, I wandered garden paths and woody tangles, tree-lined streets and undeveloped lots, and I didn’t find a treecreeper. Twice, I thought I had one, but the first proved itself a pinecone, and the second, a knot.
Disappointed, I sat and watched chickadees, for a while. They were flying between the big conifers along Moberly Road, peeping cheerily at one another. I thought I might get a photo or two, but the birds were fast, the needles dense; I put my camera aside. I also thought I might cross the street for a better look, but I never got round to it.
Today was a lazy day’s birding, and I didn’t find a treecreeper.