Father Cardinal isn’t one of those dads who lets mom do all the work with the babies. He is diligent in visiting the nest with grubworms and such, feeding the tiny hatchlings with great tenderness and care. I watched as he broke off tiny bits of worms and placed them tenderly in the awaiting beaks. Mom goes for a break when he shows up and then she returns to the nest where she continues to incubate the hatched chicks to make sure they stay warm and safe. It’s an endearing spectacle to see, a gift I feel the good Lord has given me as this is all taking place right outside my bedroom window in the rosebushes that flank the house.