My readers with great memories and no visible social life will remember my posting about the fat red Cardinal who had visited upon us a kind of Bird Siege back in December. The little bundle of joy is back.
What's with bashing its head against our bathroom window every morning, anyway?
After an almost three-month hiatus, our male cardinal has returned to the bush from which he launches himself against the window. He's brought his wife this time, who thinks the whole affair is really silly: " I'm impressed already. Your nice red feathers, your je ne sais quoi panache! You don't have to do this, honey. Let's go make a nest and....well, YOU know"...
But no. Each morning at dawn the Siege begins again. If anything with his lady friend present it is more frenzied. She sits on a lower branch and just wonders what part of the Rituals of Spring this represents.
Well, anyway, I'm fighting back this time. The large graphic of the lion with jaws agape had no effect. I'm thinking a large picture of ME ought to do the trick though.