We were walking to the Sommerer’s the other night and Tara was bothered by not having changed her shoes before we left. And if you know Tara, you know that anything that bothers Tara causes considerable angst in her life. And the life of anyone within shouting distance.
So. I was working to distract her from the lack of Strawberry Shortcake flip-flops when I noticed a cardinal. The bird. Not a Catholic high priest. Or a baseball player.
I stopped her on the sidewalk and whispered for her to be quiet and look closely ahead of us at the red bird in the grass. He was only about 10 feet from us – really close for any bird. She let out a little gasp and then whispered in wonder:
“It’s a redjay!”
That name makes perfect sense. Are the cardinal birds named after the R.C. guys? I never thought of them as particularly bird-like.
The R.C. theme seems to make sense. There was some movie called, “The Flying Nun,” wasn’t there?
I hereby declare that their name be changed to redjay! Good call, Tara. (Good story, Beth.)
Clever, clever girls!! Great diversion….even greater new name! Yay for the Redjay!!