When the weather cooperates, I enjoy a late afternoon visit to our firepit to smoke a cigar, have a cocktail, and listen to soothing music on You Tube. It’s a nice way to end the day. I have a friend that often joins me. A male cardinal.
Cardinals, I have found, are the last birds in my yard to call it a day. While the other birds have long gone to roost, cardinals often opt for a late-night snack and make last minute visits to our feeders.
Each night when I stoke up the firepit, my cardinal friend flies over to the top of the nearby fence just before dark, looks this that and that way as if checking out the scenery and then flits down to a very thick bush where he spends the night,
Cardinals like thick stuff both for nesting and roosting. As far as I know, he’s an old bachelor and no lady friends join him on the roost.
I think he likes cello music, since that’s what I most often play.