High wispy clouds in a brilliant blue sky. Purply mountains in the distance. A red bird in a tree, flitting branch to branch. Looks like a male cardinal. But as I get closer, the markings are all wrong. A bit smaller, too, and missing the familiar crest.
At that moment, a wrangler in boots, chaps and a white multi-gallon hat is coming my way, so I flag him down.
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