Wednesday, June 29, 2011


For the past few summers, every single morning beginning at 4:30 a.m., a cardinal perches in the topmost branches of the apple tree in our backyard and sings his freakin' heart out for two hours straight. This tree is right outside our bedroom windows. Every morning at 4:30 a.m.when those dulcet tones pierce my slumber, I stagger out of bed to slam the windows shut. To completely drown the bugger out, I have to turn on a sound machine, too. I keep the sound machine on the nightstand right next to my head so it's loud enough to cover up that cheerful sunrise melody.

We find ourselves wondering just how long the life span of a male cardinal might be. I mean, really. He shows up in mid-May and stays until mid-August for three or four summers in a row now. Love him. It has to be the same bird. I pray it's the same bird. I am hoping he is getting old and feeble now.

We try to have a sense of humor about him. Last year I tracked down a cardinal cross stitch pattern and whipped up this little fellow for my husband, adding the cheeky "Good Morning!" at the bottom to be sure he got the joke. Right now the cross stitch is perched over our fireplace. It cracks me up.

Other morning goodies:
Oatmeal! Thanks to a discussion with some online friends, I am now on an old-fashioned oats kick, no cooking involved. Put 1/2 cup of old-fashioned oats in a bowl. Add a smidge of brown sugar and a sprinkle of frozen blueberries. Pour on enough milk to cover the oats. Let sit for 10 minutes. Eat. Perfect!

1 comment:

Glenda said...


We have a resident cardinal, too. But we don't sleep with our windows open, so if he starts chirping at 4:30 a.m. we're pretty clueless about it ;-). We're always happy to see him show up each year (but, really, how long DO they live? gotta wikipedia that!).