Almighty God’s Thanksgiving Day Little Messenger
He used to make every day winter appearances to us just outside our house back windows while we were still living in Goderich, Ontario. The cutest cardinal imaginable. Because of the discernible tuft on his head, Brian nicknamed the little visitor,’Spike’.
We stopped work every time we saw Spike hopping—no, actually strutting—along on the deck at the back of our house. Sometimes, the little guy would bring his less colorful wife to join him in the daily winter strut; sometimes he would look up at us watching him from the window, as if we, and not him, were the real novelty.