Walking through the park on my way home, I spot a cardinal seeming to lead the way making me think of Robert Preston in The Music Man.
I watch as he rests on the railing, then a bench before settling on the bough of a tree. As I glide by, he rises like a feathered gentleman escorting me on my right, as if keeping me out of harm’s way.
Suddenly he stops, diving into a water fountain, his red head now damp, his beak dipped for a nice long drink. I stand and watch as he unabashedly bathes spreading his wings wetting them thoroughly. To say I’m charmed doesn’t do my smile justice, as I’m now joined by a young woman and an Asian couple, the man making a video for the folks back home.
I long to sneak in to provide more water knowing, he’ll more than likely fly away, when a little girl toddles over barefoot in a sunsuit and does just that, holding the button causing a spray to appear like a sudden spring shower.
Mr. Cardinal, undaunted, stays put happy as can be, as I say to the Asian man, “Do you think you could send your little film to me?”
He laughs, says something to his wife in what appears to be Japanese, and I realize, he speaks no English.