In that strange half-light between day and night when the sun starts to sink and the shadows lengthen and eventually disappear...and the day birds go home to roost for the night, tucking their heads under their wings and snuggling close for warmth, Red, my little dusk-bird, hangs on, eating those last few sunflower seeds and chipping out his last dusk-call until the light is all gone...
...with dusk fast approaching, Red finds a sunflower seed among a fresh dusting of snowflakes.
Winter, spring, summer or fall, I can always count on the Northern Cardinals being the last birds at the feeder.
Little dusk-time Red's chip is always a happy sound. Even with the windows closed in winter, I can hear him calling out his location as darkness approaches.
...it's dusk, it's cold......must find another seed....
Red seems to know a surface low pressure system is on the way that will leave a trough in its wake making conditions right for snowfall as an upper-level disturbance sweeps through with heavy precip----or maybe he's just hungry... ;-)
...why are you just sitting there on the floor clicking that camera? Snow is on the way...go to Kroger's and get some bread and milk!