Did you see this morning's beautiful, almost full, moon. It will be full on Valentine's Day. That's a pretty romantic coincidence (although the Anishnaabe call it the sucker moon, I don't think that has anything to do with Valentine's Day). Most of my Valentine's Day shopping is getting done before the last minute. That's quite unlike my historical approach. While we were on our way to the stores we had in mind, we got a great surprise. We saw an eagle, twice, once as we were southbound, and again as we were northbound on our way home. (The daughter person's fiancee was, again, the other half of the we.) Seeing the eagle wasn't quite as exciting as our bird encounter last night. None of us are sure how it happened, but we ended up with a female cardinal in the house. She looked just like this one.
After what I suspect was some mental and emotional trauma on her part, and some scrambling on ours, she was encouraged from the downstairs family room into the front hall and then outside. This afternoon, as we returned, it looked like the same bird feeding under the front feeder. It's pure speculation on my part but I think she might have got herself trapped (again) in the screened porch and came in through the walkout door as I let SiSi out to take care of some business. Nancy McCleery's December Notes seem to fit February pretty well also.
December Notes
The backyard is one white sheetWhere we read in the bird tracks
The songs we hear. DelicateSparrow, heavier cardinal,
Filigree threads of chickadee.And wing patterns where one flew
Low, then up and away, goneTo the woods but calling out
Clearly its bright epigrams.More snow promised for tonight.
The postal van is stalledIn the road again, the mail
Will be late and any good newsWill reach us by hand.
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