I have some new friends this year: a pair of cardinals who have fallen in love with my car and a window of my house just a few feet from the parked car. They flit up and down the side windows and occasionally flirt in the rear-view mirrors. Their antics are entertaining because that helps make up for the fact they do their “banking,” you know, make deposits along the sides of my car. I have had several discussions with them to take their banking elsewhere but they just go on trying to be entertaining.
They are one of the most beautiful wild birds, especially the male with his bright red back with only tints of gray and red breast with black forehead and throat. The female dresses in olive-gray and buff also with a distinguished crest n their head. The two build their little home out of weed-stems, twigs and grass in a thicket of brambles or low trees.
They work together to raise two batches of babies each season. Then they are busy keeping their little ones fed with seeds, insects, worms and wild fruit making for a busy time. I do feel sorry for them as the weeks go on and the conditions get so crowded as each vies for his place in the tiny home.
I do like them to be nearby for their music, one of the sweetest songsters in our area, reminding us of the nightingale’s music. So not only do I get to watch their antics as they dance against my windows and their frenzy in keeping their little brood fed but their beautiful music. They do help in keeping the insect population down. So that has to compensate for their deposits on the side of my car.
The redbird or cardinal or the cardinal grosbeak or the Virginia nightingale, which ever one you call them, should be a welcomed fixture in our community.