I grew up at Kettlegate, half way between Roe Point and Pua Kau Tuk on the lake South of Oshkosh. Our dining room table faced a picture window with a flat square bird feeder placed on top of a large flower pot used during the summer. While eating we would watch the birds feed just a few feet from us. We frequently saw a pair of Cardinals feed. That Spring, they nested in a fir next to the same feeder with the nest clearly visible from our window. I would watch the mother take care of her young every day. She knew we were watching, but never minded. I frequently heard the male Cardinal sing, and while outside would try to whistle his call. By the end of the summer, he would come to me. When school started, I would peddle to my third grade class at Boyd school. I would whistle, and the Cardinal would follow me along Hwy 45 until reaching Hesser's Supper Club, (now gone, became a Union Hall, then tore down for housing) where I would turn West to Boyd School. On my way home, my Cardinal would greet me at Hesser's, and I would whistle as he followed me home. This went on for the two years I went to Boyd. I transferred to Campus School in the city for fifth grade on and missed my Cardinal, but never lost interest in birding. #################### You received this email because you are subscribed to the Wisconsin Birding Network (Wisbirdn). To UNSUBSCRIBE or SUBSCRIBE, use the Wisbirdn web interface at: //www.freelists.org/list/wisbirdn To set DIGEST or VACATION modes, use the Wisbirdn web interface at: //www.freelists.org/list/wisbirdn Visit Wisbirdn ARCHIVES at: //www.freelists.org/archives/wisbirdn