I wasn't sure if the sparrows and chickadees were playing hopscotch, checkers, or chess - but it was obvious they were enjoying a game of some sort.
The tiny birds, practically invisible in the tall grass, would leap upward, furiously beat their wings while hovering over a dandelion puffball, then dart diagonally before slipping back down into the blades of grass.
Occasionally another bird would be disturbed by the one coming in for landing. When that happened I would think knight takes queen's pond.
At other times the sparrow would leap rabbit-like over dandelions and other birds and I could imagine the sparrow tweeting out king me on safely reaching the far end of the lawn.
And when one brightly colored chickadee seemed loath to return to the ground, choosing instead to alternately swoop and hover, I couldn't help but wonder if there was an avian equivalent to step on a crack and break your mother's back that kept him from settling to earth.
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