A couple of weeks ago we went out to Freer to celebrate my brother-in-law’s 92nd birthday. It was a beautiful clear crisp day with just enough warmth to make you want to soak up the sun after being hunkered down at home. Then we saw the vulture perched defiantly on a light pole as if waiting for something to die. Yet to its right and just below was an equally defiant bird – a male cardinal resting on a dead limb. Neither flew away as Husband took a photo.
The tranquil scene seemed to me a perfect relection of this time in the middle of a pandemic. Yes, there is death and the threat of dying, but along side the darkness there is hope. While a vulture conjures up thoughts of death and decay, the cardinal is seen by some as a sign of a departed loved one or at least a good omen or good luck. My mother always told me to make a wish if I saw a cardinal. That day I put two fingers to my lips, made a wish and blew it a kiss as my mother had taught me when I was a child at this same place.