April 13 – There was such a squeaking as Hobie came through the cat flap.  I ran over to find him carrying this titmouse, unharmed though angry.  I quickly scruffed Hobie and made him drop it, and it flew to the window.  David was rather concerned, but I just caught the wee thing and took it outside (with my camera, of course).  It didn’t grab me with its beak the way a chickadee had under similar circumstances.  When I opened my hand, it stayed put for a moment, then flew away.  This was the first titmouse I’d seen in our area, and it stayed around for awhile.  It became bird #70 on my house list.