Wild Bird, Red-Bird, Winter Bird, Song Bird

Winter Cardinal: Marion, Indiana (February 2005)

"That little bird has chosen his shelter. Above it are the stars and the deep heaven of worlds. Yet he is rocking himself to sleep without caring for tomorrow's lodging, calmly clinging to his little twig, and leaving God to think for him." ~ Martin Luther

The cardinal splashes red in the gray and white of a snowy Indiana day. The sun peeks out from the clouds in the cold eight below freezing temperatures. My cousin's house is in the country where everyone has their own means of clearing a narrow path from home to the county road. Behind the house a grove of trees, a now frozen creek runs; spanned by a small arched walking bridge. Ten inches of fresh snow covers the ground and the wild birds flock to his back deck where their morning feast is spread over the drifting snow. Woodpeckers, jays, chickadee, cardinal and others gather in the bushes and trees around the deck, filling the cold air with their warm song. It was so nice just to sit in front of the warm fire; quietly watching and listening. This is one of the definitions of "peace".

Submission for Moody Monday topic "wild". (end of post)