It's the first day of summer, so says I. Here's proof:
As you can tell by the closeup, he didn't even flinch when I put the camera right in his little face. Close inspection revealed that there was no nest in the tree overhead. There were, however, a mated pair of two very noisy adult cardinals perched on the mailbox. I put two and two together and decided this little guy wasn't a gravity case, but rather right in the middle of flight training. It doesn't take more than a couple of hours for most songbirds of this size to test their wings out of the nest, so actually coming across the event is pretty lucky.
Sure enough, as soon as I backed off, the adults give us a low fly-by, and the kid flaps his cute little butt right off the car and 20 feet through the air, into the yard for a 3-point landing.
Welcome to the neighborhood, little guy. Feeder's out back, refill is on Sundays.
Have a good summer!