My friends say I always pick the wrong males.
Oh sure, there was the Hawk who made everyone uncomfortable, and that Woodpecker who wouldn't let anyone get a word in. The Bowerbird tried too hard. And the Sparrow was a pushover. After that, I swore I'd stop meeting guys at the Feeders.
But I've found someone new. A Cardinal. And he's perfect.
I was digging for grubs in Mr. Donnelly's yard, when I noticed him standing there. And I had my beak full of larvae and dirt on my head, but he didn't seem to care. He's like that, my Cardinal. Nothing phases him.
He's the strong silent type. He lets me speak and he really listens. I told him about myself and he didn't interrupt me or start preening.
And he's cute! Bright red plumage and beautiful golden eyes.
I'm a good-looking Chickadee. But I'm no Hummingbird, let me tell you. Still, my Cardinal seems to ignore the other females in the yard. He really knows how to make me feel special.
My friends are telling me to bring him around. I asked him if he's ready to meet them, and he didn't respond. He's just thinking about it, that's all.
Those silent types run deep....
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