I looked out the window and saw a bird covering another under the clothesline. "Wow," I thought, "It must be spring! Birds are mating in the snow!"
But they weren't mating. It was a Kestrel hawk, killing something. As it turned around, I saw red feathers and knew it was one of those exuberant cardinals that I heard a few days ago.
I tried to take a picture, but the window was too far away. The second I tried to sneak out the back door, the Kestrel was off, carrying the cardinal with him.