Realistic colour tattoo of a red cardinal perched on a dark branch, with grey flowers, across a person's upper back and shoulder blade.

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Cardinal on a branch across a back and shoulder

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A red cardinal with grey and black plumage perches on a dark, twisting branch, with a grey flower and leaves along the branch. The bird is shaded with smooth gradients to suggest feathers, and the flowers are rendered in soft grey tones. The design runs across the upper back and shoulder blade, with a partly visible pale flower and more tattooed linework at the top right edge.

Realism Botanical Back Shoulder Bird Branch Flower Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Shift your boots off the fender and listen, because the wind is already working at the shutters and I mean to finish before it wins. You will have heard of the red bird that sat on the Tollard branch through the hard winter of the great freeze. Some say it was a cardinal, though no cardinal ever came this far north. My grandmother swore it was the ghost of Mercy Vane, who kept this inn when the road was still a cart track.

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Mercy had a husband, Joss Harrow, who went out one January to fetch the mail coach over Gallow Rise and never came back down. She kept a lamp lit in the upstairs window every night for three years. Each morning she walked out to the old elm at the edge of the yard, where the grey blossom grew wild along the twisted limbs, and she talked to whatever was sitting there. Nobody else ever saw anything. They only saw her talking to a branch.

The spring after the third winter, a red bird landed on that elm, bold as a brass button, and would not leave. Mercy laughed for the first time in years. She said Joss had always been the loudest man in any room, and this bird had his mouth and none of his manners. She fed it crumbs from the bread board until the whole village was gossiping about it.

Then the snow came back, and the bird was gone. The lamp went out that same night. They found Mercy sitting under the elm with her hands open in her lap and one red feather resting on her palm. The lamp was never lit again, but the bird returns every January, and if you climb the rise and look for a splash of red against the grey, you will know which branch it favours.