I love black-capped chickadees. Their distinctive songs are the two-note descending major second and “chick-a-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee”. They fly around in happy little groups in the dead of winter, impervious to gloom and cold.
In another corner of my neighborhood, there is a robust icon of Milwaukee: Champion Chicken.
Reflection and interior images
The delivery van
I’m not sure there’s a point to this post. Sometimes I just like to look at the juxtaposition of human stuff and non-human stuff on this planet because it brings up some questions and some emotions. Yeah, we ate their food. It’s very close to Steve’s mom’s house, so she treated us to lunch after we shoveled for her. It was tasty and greasy. I hadn’t had fried chicken in a long time. Steve remembers frequenting this place throughout his childhood. He has an appreciation of American kitsch and collects/recycles/sells it online. Is it history? Is it eyesore? Is it embarrassing?
What do you think?
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it’s funny, but I wouldn’t eat there. I get a kick out of American kitsch too. Remember all those tchotchkes at the cottage? I wouldn’t want to have that stuff — where to put it? — but I wish I had photos.
It’s of it’s time so will probably be history…. I prefer the chickadee any day !
Love the cute little chick-a-dee! We see a tonne of them over the winter. We often feed them, especially when the nieces and nephews are around.