A Filled Hole

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Five o'clock in the morning one cold January day we were coming back from Goldie's morning walk to the end of the driveway. ("Going to get the newspaper" is her euphemism of choice.) It was still flashlight weather and as we went by the bird house on the upper driveway our eyes caught on a flash of gray where there is usually a round blackness. Close examination could not tell whether it was feathers or fur; chickadees nest in this house every year, but there were tooth marks as if flying squirrels might be about.

Even after going to the house for reading glasses and a camera we could not be certain, so nothing would do but to touch.....

As fast as a camera shutter, an answer. It's ol' Kilroy, the Carolina Chickadee