Since the red male cardinal started coming to my patio, I have never seen him in the company of the female cardinal, who usually isn’t close behind. But this particular bird, which I think is a northern cardinal, is alone.
Perhaps he will make friends with a new inhabitant to the patio, Deputy Rusty. I got him at the nursery in front of the antique mall the other day.
Why Deputy? Well, he watches over the patio and never leaves his post. He looks a bit official, standing up so straight, so I dubbed him Deputy Rusty.
On the other hand, Rusty does have a bit of a “dotty” expression on his face. I don’t think he’s the sharpest knife in the drawer. (Think Barney Fife.)
But I have taken a liking to him. Maybe he will set the cardinal straight about the fact that he needs to find a mate.
I worry about the cardinal. Is he lonely? Why does he flit among the objects on the patio, singing away? Do you think he’s trying to sing a mate his way? Gender confused?
I can’t wait for this iris to open. Apparently I batched several colors of irises in one pot when I moved. That’s okay. I love variety.