What's that in the tree? I can't quite make it out.
Let's take a closer look, shall we?
This guy was singing his little birdie heart out Wednesday morning when I went to work. His whistle was so clear and loud it seemed to echo among the houses on our street, so it took me a while to figure out where he was. Turned out he was perched in this huge cottonwood in our next door neighbor's back yard.
The sunlight was hitting him just right when I first spotted him -- he looked like a flash of fire in the tree. As I dove for my camera, a mom was walking her kid to the school bus stop and that freaked him out enough that he moved to a different branch. Damn.
But he was still sufficiently gorgeous that he should have no trouble charming some cute little female cardinal into his nest. Love is in the air. Spring must be near.
