I didn't know all

...this "tongue-twisting linguistic wrangling" had been going on. I didn't know this either. I could go on. But I do know the snow had more crunch today and all the sounds were almost too crisp. The sound of tires. Loaders clearing snow. Dogs barking. Ravens making those sounds they only make in January. And the chickadees. A boreal chickadee was arguing with a black-capped chickadee just before the sun peeked out, a wheezy voice versus a clear one. Wheezy, clear, wheezy, clear. The clouds quickly hid the sun again. I walked on. I didn't want to know which voice would be first to fall silent.