At first I wondered what a cardinal was doing, hover-flying near a flowering bush, almost like a hummingbird. The next time I took a walk, I saw him sitting on the grass. He let me take a photo, and then flew up in short stretches to a wire, another wire, a tree branch, another tree branch, and finally, all the way across the street. That is when I figured out that he was learning to use his wings. The next day, in a misty rain, there he was again, perched on a white picket fence, before he flew up to a wire. You go, cardinal! I hope you make it all the way.