It’s astounding enough to see cardinals, but this one wasn’t a cardinal!
It was shaded by the swishy-tree and others as it landed on the deadest maple and then looped down and down and over into some invisibility shield — or into the leafy (possibly black locust) tree that has appeared noticeably this summer near that poor Bare-Limbed One.
Indeed, the swishy-tree has expanded this year — not by feet, but by yards! It is eating up the walking part of the side yard. I often wonder if I should do something about that.
The maples around and behind the dead one have also expanded to cover the bareness — somehow a reminder of another moment, “Has no one condemned thee?” “None, Sir..”.
(You might be thinking this spreading is simply what trees do in order to get more sun. Well, maybe.)
Thus, the abundant shade of the bird’s split-second landing combined with the lilac leaves who have moved into ever-view in this sit-down window had made it hard to tell the bird’s color — it may’ve been red, but it may also have been fiery reddish-orange. It seemed smaller than a brilliant red male cardinal, overall had a blue jay’s moves — and offered not one chirp.
Not for the first time did I wonder how I got *lost* in such a moment while it lasted! Trump fell away, Kentucky, Ukraine, Gaza, Rushdie, Sierra Leone, as well as all local conflagrations, floods and imbroglios, too.
Only this flash of bird.
Why so entrancing? And without a photograph of it, who in heck cares?
Here, we are not children on a beach or tide pool when one of us yells, “Look what I found!” and we all, *strangers,* dash or gravitate toward his or her carefully closed or gingerly opened hand to behold a shrimpy swimmer or a tiny live crab. “Wow!”
But you know, the bird was astoundingly red or fiery orange and it wasn’t a cardinal — and I wish you’d seen it, too.