Its whistle smote my drowsy ear – a Northern cardinal, that is

What a beautiful poem, The Cardinal Bird. 

…”The redbird, from the window hung/
Not long my fancies thus beguiled/
Again in maple-groves it sung/
Its wood-notes wild….”

After disappearing for the summer, our cardinal pair is back, feasting on the berries, grapes and fruits.

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His better half.

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