This time of year, songbirds tend to rove around in mixed flocks, hopping from tree to tree, gleaning for tiny insects. And usually, if you're in the woods, golden-crowned kinglets will be along, chattering in their high silvery voices. They are tiny - weighing it at 6 grams -- but tough enough to flit and chip their way through New England winters. It's hard to get more than a glimpse of one, because they seldom stay still, always hopping from branch to branch, sometimes dangling upside down, sometimes dodging behind leaves. Many a time I've tried to follow one with the camera. Most of the time I get pictures of feathery blurs or places where kinglets used to be.
Yesterday, I got lucky. This bird was in a mixed flock with black-capped chickadees and dark-eyed juncos.