So when Super Grouse strolled towards me the next day, burbling his Selectric murmur, I was overjoyed. He said that the reports of his death had been greatly exaggerated and that it would take more than an SUV to out-compete a grouse in love. Then he flew up into a cedar and waited for me to throw out handfuls of shelled sunflower seeds. An hour later, he parked himself in the driveway so that I couldn’t drive away. Once again under his spell, I catch myself thinking Mouse is even better looking than he was in the fall. I hope he’s thinking the same about me.
In the absence of a painting of Mouse, here is a cardinal I saw last year. He was already married.