The cardinal

There is a cardinal that visits my garden once in a while. He has a crimson red coat of feathers and a beautiful crown over his head...he grooms himself with pride so the chicks can recreate their eyes in his beauty. He is so full of himself...and he sings with the loudest most beautiful voice in the garden. I love to watch him at the top of the tree, singing his butts off like the world existance depends on it. He is the most gorgeous bird in the entire garden. No even the Blue Jays can match him. Happy new year little fella. Wake up early tomorrow and go get the warms...