Love is being in the company of chickadees.
You probably already knew that.
Minnesota is an all-season home to the black-capped chickadee, a smidgen of a bird that defies Minnesota's coldest winters and meanest Aprils.
Although chickadees rarely attend the State Fair, the Great Minnesota Get-Together, the bird is even capable of bonding little old ladies in tennis shoes and unshaven deer hunters in longjohns.
At the sight of a chickadee, this diverse bunch will melt into a mutual admiration society for the bird's dapper dress and nonpartisan friendliness. It'll visit your bird feeder in the backyard or sit on your rifle barrel in the deer woods.
Chickadees aren't politically correct.
A nature writer, Tom Brown, once observed that while we may learn patience from an owl or cleverness from a crow or courage from a blue jay, we admire the chickadee most of all because of its indomitable spirit.
Not that all is hunky-dory in a chickadee's life.