There is nothing quite like the thrill of seeing a cardinal. Sure I've seen them on occasion but sightings here in the city are few and far between. So when I caught a glimpse of a brilliant red cardinal perched on the serviceberry first thing this morning, it took my breath away (and not only because of my personal-best, record-breaking sprint to get the camera.)
My garden visitor paused for a drink at the bird bath. He then flitted across the yard to compare his colorful plumage to the bright red berries of the burning bush. I could have watched for hours but he had only a few moments to spare before moving on. Moments like this, brief as they may be, make me feel like my garden is a success and leave me hoping for many more returns from my cardinal friend.