The last blizzard we had I could barely see the little red birdhouse sitting on the bakers rack out in the courtyard. Even my picture came out all too white because that was all I could see. White, white, white all over. Everything was buried. Then the snow melted. I placed a square of suet-wrapped birdseed on the rack and there he was. My beauty. My handsome red cardinal. The Mrs. came too, but my eyes were all aglow on gazing at him. He has visted each and every day and I am finding that I can get through another day of Winter by his visits. Turns out I love red in Winter!