But, after observing them for a while and staring at the blowing snow, I also wondered what the heck they were thinking. There were (at least) two. One would fly out of the hole, and the other would immediately fly into the hole. Then that one would fly out of the hole, and the other would fly back in.
Were they doing drills? (To the lilac tree, to the rowan, to the hole! Repeat!)
Or, were they simply taking turns at having a sheltered place to rest?
They certainly had a really cool way of diving from a higher branch to the mouth of the hole (so fast they were just a photo smudge), still for that micro second required to change directions and go into the hole.
I mused to Catherine that maybe I shouldn't be so excited: They could be in fact incredibly territorial and aggressive, and before you know it, we'd be complaining about chickadee attacks...
Though diplomatic ("I don't think I've heard of a chickadee attacking..."), I'm sure her thoughts were more along the lines of "Are you nuts?"
I just think it could just be the kind of thing where something / someone really cute would get ticked off about never being taken seriously because they're so small... and cute.
Either way, I should probably stop staring at them.