The snow had just started to fall this morning as I lounged on the sofa, sipping my coffee. A swoop outside the window caught my attention. A Red-tailed Hawk sat high in the branches of the birch tree. I ran for my camera, but he was gone when I returned to the window. I was disappointed to have missed the shot.

Then I noticed something lying on the feeder. Looking closer, it appeared to be a dead Chickadee draped over the wire of the cage around the seed. (I didn’t take a photo, but it was in the exact location as the bird in the above picture.) I dashed out the door in my nightshirt, pulling on boots as I went. When I rounded the corner, I realized that the hawk hadn’t left but moved from the birch to the fir tree. Upon seeing me, it took off in flight through the woods.

As I approached the feeder, the Chickadee’s eye popped open, and it looked at me – still draped over the wire. We stared at each other for a few moments before I reached up to gather up its limp body – only to have it hop up and fly off with a twitter.

I had no idea that birds “played dead,” but the interweb says that the habit is not uncommon when in extreme danger. Five minutes later, the feeders were full of birds – Tufted Titmice, Black-capped Chickadees, Goldfinches, Downy and Hairy Woodpeckers, and a Blue Jay.

birds in the winter storm