No, we’re not electing a Pope.

“College” is one of the collective nouns for a flock of cardinals–as in birds.  Others are “conclave,” “radiance,” “deck,” and “Vatican.”  Alliteration explains “college” and “conclave,” and I get why “radiance” would come into play.  “Vatican,” too, makes some sense.  But, “deck?”  Is it a reference to “deck of cards?”  I guess it must be, but–note to whoever makes these things up–I think you’re reaching.

Anyway, the cardinals are a Monday Miracle.

They’re back.

One of the minor miracles about cardinals is that I can recognize them.  My skills as a naturalist are about average.  I can identify most four-legged creatures and tell the difference between a bird, a snake and a fish.  After that, it gets somewhat hazy.

I mean, distinguishing one bird from another?  Well, I’ve gotten to where I recognize the ospreys and the Great Blue Herons and the bald eagles.  Woodpeckers are clear.  And owls.  Most of the other little feathered things that flit around. . .many of them look alike.

But cardinals!

Bright red.

Crests.

And a song that I’m beginning to know.  (Unless I’m confusing it with the Carolina Wren, which is entirely possible.)

Now, when I say ‘they’re back,’ I can’t swear to the fact that they’ve ever gone away.  But I have been noticing quite a few of them hanging around in the last few days.

They provide a nice note of complementary color in the yard.  It goes well with the pine cone ginger–and my roof.  And they chirp up a storm.  Last year, they demonstrated a love for sprinklers which they have not gotten to indulge lately, but I’m thinking that may be a reason to install a birdbath.  Maybe one with a spray fountain?   Solar-powered, if I can find it.  (Another of those “someday,” things.  Probably, I should focus on furniture first.)

All of this is to say, I am happy that a college of cardinals is convening conveniently close at hand.