Mr. and
Mrs. Cardinal have been visiting more regularly, coming tentatively to the tube
feeder in the morning and again just before dinner. He is the more timid,
preferring to sit cautiously in the branches of the small spruce that borders
the access road. He watches her descend to the snowy ground beneath the feeder,
as she hops gingerly, cocking her head about to select those sunflower seeds
that have been cast aside from above.
He is strikingly red now, in almost sharp relief within the dark greens of the pine, peppered also with dusty snow to give it all a mixture of greens and whites with a singular splash of cardinal red.
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