I sit at the desk looking out the
window into the berry bush, berry-
less thanks to the Cardinal couple
that used to live there but now simply
use it as a playground. Yesterday,
the male came to the bush and pluck-
ed off a couple of small pieces of
bark and spit them back out. He then
looked at me and cocked his head.
I didn’t make a sound which I was
sure he could hear through the glass
or move and he just studied me as
I studied him. I can only hope he
thought as much of me as I thought
of him, his beauty, his regal, red
plumage and stature. Who am I kid-
ding — me, regal plumage? Anyway,
he tired of looking and moved on.
Today, he was back with his mate.
They chased each other through the
bush not giving me a glance as I
sat smiling at their agility and
mobility and that regal plumage.