The custom of playing pranks, most of them harmless, on April 1st may or may not date from the time of the ancient Roman festival known as Hilaria, and April Fools' Day may or may not have been mentioned in Chaucer's Canterbury Tales. But regardless of its origin, today was the day. It started, appropriately enough, with what must have seemed a cruel meteorological joke—a blizzard in the forecast—and though a bona fide snowstorm missed us, locales further north got genuinely buried... again. Here, we received only wind and cold. I went out anyway, and though I wound up with almost no wildlife for company, I did eventually hear, above the gale shrieking through the pines, the plaintive "pee-dee" call of a Black-capped Chickadee. These hardy birds are among the best photographic subjects, since they're easy to whistle into camera range and they seem to enjoy human company. This one, however, appeared to have something more on his mind than merely showing up for a portrait. Given a chance, I think the inquisitive Chickadee might have had a trick up its April Fools' sleeve, or, well, feathers.