I love winter. I like the cold slapping me awake in the morning, reminding me there is life to be had. I have more energy, feel more relaxed. I like to think I am even more intelligent when it’s cold outside. (So you may not want to talk to me in July).
If it’s not too icy, I walk around a nearby lake on my days off. It’s a hilly three miles, enough to “blow the stink off,” as my father says. Inspired by my talented friend, “B” (author of Murmuring Trees.blogspot.com and Behindthebins.wordpress.com) who is my blog initiator/cheerleader, tech support, birding buddy and all around best friend, I’ve been toting my little camera along and managed to pick up this cardinal, who was practicing his spring nuptials.
Both male and female cardinals sing, so when you hear “what-cheer, cheer, cheer,” it could be either bird. They countersing one another. One starts, “birdy, birdy, birdy,” then the other will match it. Then the first one will sing a new phrase, ““whoit whoit, whoit,” and the other will match it again. Stand and listen to the duet; it is an important symphony to unify members of a pair, and a very sure sign of spring.
The earth is rolling over, daylight is getting longer, and the the sun has left a warm kiss upon my cheek.