Morning Glory
This fellow has been singing in the mornings since last Sunday — almost two weeks now. So technically my last post was incorrect; though the sparrow I heard on our walk was my first birdsong heard while out and about, it wasn’t truly the first of the season. That distinction belongs to our back yard songster.
This cardinal is an early riser and begins while it’s still dark out. Here he is, perched high above our feeder, dueling with another cardinal declaring territory elsewhere, making sure everyone knows this is his yard.
2 Comments
Anne Higgins
Oh, yes, he is singing outside my window as well! It really lifts my heart to hear that song… in a poem I once wrote:
How low voiced the longing trees,
the longing cardinal who sings his spring song
What cheer? What cheer?
when snow still holds the forecast?
Best wishes from Anne
Janet
Beautiful — he deserves a poem! Thanks for sharing yours.