The Early Bird Catches the Moth

The male cardinal has become a frequent visitor to the front of the house by the steps. He announces himself with a “chirp, chirp,” as he quickly cocks his head from side to side and hops about in search of a morning meal.
He seems to like pecking through the cilantro I have been trying to grown in a pot and scratches through the dirt in search of a stray seeds.
This morning he hopped from one little pot to the next abruptly knocking himself slightly off balance. Then he flew off and out of view, re-emerging a second later with a moth in his beak. With one gulp he swallow it whole and flew off into the woodlands.