same bird who calls at my kitchen window in the morning begging for peanuts. He is molting and has lost his elegant crest for the time being. He and his Missus brought their noisy youngsters to our deck last evening to feast on sunflower seeds. (As usual, they came at dusk when the light was poor for pictures.) The parents worked diligently breaking open seeds and placing the kernels in the young birds' beaks. It seemed to me that the youngsters were larger and more finely feathered than their parents. No wonder the adult cardinals come so readily for an easy meal at our window. It is a brief respite from the busy work of parenthood.