When I think of Northern Cardinals, I never think of just a male or female, I think of the two of them together. A perfect team.
Whenever I see a cardinal in my yard I know that its mate is nearby, within ten feet. Never are they apart. I watch their dance. One feeds while the other stands lookout. Then they switch. Always watching out for one another. They mate for life. A perfect team.
A month from now, my yard will be filled with baby Cardinals. Their daddy teaches them their song. Shows them how to forage and how to look out for one another. The female recovers from giving birth. A perfect team.
This is what I take from their nature: Always be there for one another. Figure out what each of your roles are and then work together to attain them. Be a perfect team.
I love that I am never wrong. Never. When I see a cardinal, I always see its mate. I can count on it.
So much to observe in so little a creature.
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Your female cardinal looks cranky here. Otherwise, I love it.
On Fri, Apr 5, 2013 at 4:45 PM, becreativemary