A jay screamed somewhere deep in the yellowing woods; black-capped chickadees dropped from twig to twig, cheeping inquiringly.
"The Fighting Chance"
Robert W. Chambers
He made his appearance one morning in October, along with a company of chickadees and other birds, and at once took up his quarters on a maple-tree near the Ether monument.
"Birds in the Bush"
Bradford Torrey
As the afternoon wore away, and the sun dropped into the pine tops, the chickadees grew hungry, and left their work until the morrow.
"Ways of Wood Folk"
William J. Long