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The cardinal is back fighting his rival in the window, as he has been for the past three mornings running. He still knocks off for the day about noon; I'm guessing that the quality of the light is such that the reflection isn't as obvious after that time. Or he just might be scheduled to work another window in the afternoons.
I managed to catch him with the camera-phone as he attacked. He's that vaguely reddish blur.
Poor guy. He fights his little brainless heart out against the rival in the window, but HE NEVER DEFEATS THE OPPONENT! And he keeps fighting his futile battle. There's a metaphor in there somewhere.
I managed to catch him with the camera-phone as he attacked. He's that vaguely reddish blur.
Poor guy. He fights his little brainless heart out against the rival in the window, but HE NEVER DEFEATS THE OPPONENT! And he keeps fighting his futile battle. There's a metaphor in there somewhere.