As of late we’ve been watching a pair of Cardinals flitting about the front yard. Its a species I have long admired. In fact I hold to the ancient thought that it brings good luck to have one fly across your path…..and who can’t use a little luck, whatever the source might be?
Yesterday I happened to look at the front wheel well of my F150 as I thought I could hear something abnormal,and there it was. A freshly built nest nestled up against the upper ball joint assembly and all the way up to the exhaust manifold….a fire ready to happen. I did the necessary deed and dismantled it while my sympathetic wife berated me in two languages over my seemingly callous efforts.
But you see…. the Cardinal that I admire so much, is like myself. A victim of the poor choices he has made. And that’s the way it is I guess…we’re victims of our own choices….or rewarded by the same.
I put some appropriate nest building material out back near the over grown Bougainvillea. All ready we see activity in the new locale and that is because…. I assume…. the Cardinal is a true Blue Collar. Take your set backs, accept your deserved beatings….then get on with the task at hand.
I’m sure the Cardinal is too conservative a thinker to consider my offerings of the nesting materials a handout….and neither should he. They were nothing more than an offer of help that cost nothing though his life was impacted greatly. In my heart I am sure he realizes that the small offering came from a brother blue collar…….he did choose an F 150 after all….
