The northern cardinal is one of nature’s prettiest birds


For reasons that don’t require full disclosure, I have set up a temporary desk in our kitchen by a bay window that blissfully connects me with the outside world — so lush and green, from trees to neatly trimmed grasses to hedges to evergreen bushes and flowers.

In the foreground, there is a patio with wrought-iron furniture which serves as an accomplice to the many birds which come our way. I can hear them singing in the early morning twilight. To start your day when birds are singing is one of life’s richest blessings. It comes without cost. Nature doesn’t charge. Nature doesn’t ask for stipends to enjoy its handiwork.

As chipmunks dart about, I see a variety of birds strutting out of sync and without purpose, but forever poised to scarf up anything edible — from insects to food scraps. I watch them dance peripatetically, engaging in bird talk, which makes me wonder what they are saying.

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Perhaps they are complaining that we don’t have a bird feeder, which is something that I have considered quite often, but don’t feel moved to embrace the obstacles for such a perk which might make them stop by more often — such as hanging a trough where the squirrels can’t get to it.

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