The female cardinal has returned.

She is a wonder—blending seamlessly among the fallen leaves of winter, scuffing about with feathers opening and closing like leaves shifting in the wind’s symphonic breeze. Often overlooked beside her more glamorous counterpart, the male cardinal blazes with glorious reds that rage like wildfire. Yet the female cardinal knows fire too. Hers is a simmering flame, and a simmering fire burns far longer than rage ever could.