A day and then a week passed by:
The redbird hanging from the sill
Sang not; and all were wondering why
It was so still—
When one bright morning, loud and clear,
Its whistle smote my drowsy ear,
Ten times repeated, till the sound
Filled every echoing niche around;
And all things earliest loved by me,—
The bird, the brook, the flower, the tree,—
Came back again, as thus I heard
The cardinal bird.
The lovely sound of our friend "Carlie" the cardinal has been fun to listen to each morning.
Today Carlie seemed to be enamored with his reflection in the window.
He has been looking at himself since daybreak and is still there attempting to get a glimpse of the pretty bird staring back at him!