Male cardinal is always one of the last birds to visit the feeder at day's end.
Lighter at 5:00pm now,
but I still can't see
the cardinal's red.
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- February 28: Dark
- February 27: Bus trip home
- February 26: Boston
- February 25: Cold night
- February 24: Hawk in the park
- February 23: Birdsong
- February 22: Sunset
- February 21: Rain, rain
- February 20: Shoveling yet again
- February 19: When will winter be over?
- February 18: Another storm approaches
- February 17: Tracks in the snow
- February 16: Longing
- February 15: Birding before the storm
- February 14: A swarm of crows
- February 13: Day before Valentine's Day
- February 12: Moon rise
- February 11: Finding love in strange places
- February 10: Ducks
- February 9: Gulls
- February 8: Raven
- February 7: After the dance
- February 6: Mouse tracks in the snow
- February 5: Moon before a snowstorm
- February 4: Cardinal at dusk
- February 3: White sky
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- Kristen Lindquist
- Camden, Maine
- I am a birder, poet, and writer most interested in animals, vegetables, and minerals, living in my hometown in Midcoast Maine.
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