Chickadees

Out in the back woods today, hauling more wood. Richard broke the binding on a snowshoe and had to hobble back on one; quite a sight. I loaned him mine and decided I'd be okay without them, so off I went. With the very warm temperature and spring sun, I fell through about 4 feet deep and couldn't get my boot out. Stuck there on top of the snow, with one boot on and stocking foot on the other, Richard came to my rescue (my hero) and dug out my boot!
All the while, the chickadees followed us through the woods, singing their spring call. Off to find a spare pair of snowshoes...