Almost birthday bird

K and I usually go to the park on my birthday so that I can bribe a chickadee to sit on my hand. We had to go a day early this year, but it still worked - I had a chickadee on my hand before I had the peanuts out of the bag.
But hanging heavy in my heart was Mo's sudden decline and by the end of the day we knew that we will have to say goodbye to him tomorrow. I'm grateful we got these few weeks, but was hoping for years...would have settled for months and never being able to hold another chickadee.