The quest for love continues. Our dashing cardinal returned with his glamorous attempts to woo. Still unclear whom he’s targeting, though if his goal is to recruit me to the balcony then this fellow should do a TED Talk, for he’s a master at transforming intent into outcome. A maestro, he switches up his vocalizations and cadences. His song produces serenity and invokes bliss in me. Mesmerized I stand staring, agape. Unfortunately for this cardinal, I presume, a female of his species who lurks in the bushes below the tree whose branches from which he bellows his magnificence seems utterly unimpressed by his existence. Shocking. I agree. Whether she plays hard to please or simply dismisses him as a boorish bore, I know not. Given the prominence of her mohawk; I suspect that she’s merely playing it punk-style cool. We shall see. Don’t worry, I am not jealous or envious of her. Nor do I feel angry that she fails to realize what greatness could be realized were she to show interest in this fine, avian specimen; this Adonis of the bird world. To see these photogenic and gorgeous critters find romance and migrate to better worlds than the concrete of Crystal City, well, that would spark joy in my heart.
