The male cardinal was sitting on the power line across the road. His persistant, perseverating call got my attention. Had the point-and-shoot in hand, so I snapped this picture. See him there? About seventy yards away. There, below, we have a blow -up. Not great, but you can tell that it is a cardinal. Anyway, his wheat-wheat, wheat, woot, woot, woot... just wouldn't quit. On some of his runs, I counted up to eighteen "woots." Sure hope he accomplishes his mission, for he is one dedicated bird.