I consider winter birds a “tender mercy” – a touch of beauty in an unforgiving snowstorm – a welcome bit of color in a bleak winter landscape. The cardinal reigns supreme as the most welcome at our winter feeders. The majestic male whose color never dulls throughout the season and his little dowdy mate somewhere nearby always cause me to linger at the window for a moment – savoring the moment and paying brief homage to their grit – their capacity to withstand the bitter cold swirling around them.
ODE TO THE CARDINAL
On occasion, there is your song which you and your mate share throughout the year. I know spring is near when your vibrant song can be heard beckoning the sun to rise. I will listen carefully for your song announcing that spring is near, and you are in earnest in finding a mate. Until then, thank you, for warming my heart on a cold winter day.