Backyard immigration lesson

The perky little chickadee with a black cap and deformed beak that I’d been trying to keep alive died a few days ago, the same day the 7.9 magnitude earthquake jolted me and fellow Alaskans out of bed.

I knew it was only a matter of time.

It mattered not that I’d been doing everything possible to accommodate the cute little guy’s needs by pulverizing nuts and seeds to make it easier for him to swo...