November 22, 2013 – The most beautiful bird landed on the roof of our run today; a Northern Cardinal. He had a berry in his beak and was looking for a place to land and have his lunch. It took only a moment for him to be off again, but he waved and thanked us for our hospitality. We were dazzled by the striking, vibrant red of his feathers. I had never seen anything so stunning.
Soon after, the flock came together to share a dish of yogurt with strawberries and raisins. I could see by the look in Sawyer’s eyes that she had the same idea as me. We grabbed a few of the strawberry slices and darted into the henhouse. Minutes later, we had transformed into vivacious versions of the gentleman caller whose look had taken our breath away. We strutted down the ramp to the chicken yard and rejoined the others still gathered around the treat bowl.
Waffles and Betty started to snicker and Wilma let out a hearty belly laugh. The pullets whistled at how good-looking we were, but then they are young and impressionable and think we rock no matter what we do.
Tim shook his head and said, “As lovely as the two of you are, only the MALE cardinals are this color. The females are a dull red-brown.”
Sawyer and I gawked at Tim, stunned by the little rooster’s revelation. Eh. We shrugged our shoulders and ate the last two raisins left in the bottom of the bowl.
“We are exquisite,” Sawyer stated.
There is no question. I think I may have found my holiday look.