I was sitting on my mom's front porch yesterday and I heard a cardinal! Call me dumb, but I didn't know there were cardinals in Florida lol It gave me a little pang of homesickness for Minnesota. I spent so much time watching the birds and I'm not familiar with them in Florida yet.
One day, mid winter a couple years ago, I was photographing a male and female cardinal that showed up alot at my birdfeeder. I started calling them Mister and Misses. I wasn't getting a good enuff photo from the window. It was freezing outside so I was trying to catch them thru the dirty screen. I got this brilliant idea to take the screen off my bay window, sit on the ledge and photograph them. So I did of course, furnace running and my dog shivering.
I leaned too far and fell out the window!! Flat on my face in the snow...camera and all. hahahaha But I did get some good photos!
So in honor of the cardinal I heard yesterday, I'm going to share the poem I wrote about my cardinals...Mister and Misses:
Mister flies in first and when the coast is clear
Misses flies in, beneath him, but near.
Ever so watchful, he looks after his love
They're as close a fit, as a hand to a glove.
Misses wanders around and pecks at the feast,
not bothered by Mister at all, not in the least.
He protects her and tends to fuss and hover,
keeping close, but back under the bramble cover.
And when he thinks the Misses is almost through,
down he goes to join her as if on que.
Still keeping an eye on the joy of his life,
after all, his Misses compares to a wife.
Happy and content, Misses flies up,
Mister follows quick and abrupt.
Settled on a limb, leafless and long,
the two burst out in a beautiful song.
They will raise their young, together as one,
When the icy snow melts and the winter is done.
Their love fills the air, what an amazing pair.
Suddenly take flight and soar away,
Mister and Misses will be back to enjoy another day.
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