Traditional style tattoo of two red cardinals perched on branches with black leaves and red-centred flowers, shown on bare skin.

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Two cardinals with flowers in traditional style

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Two red cardinals face in opposite directions, each perched on a branch with black leaves and five-petalled flowers with red centres. Bold black outlines define the birds and foliage, with solid red and cream fills and red scale-like marks on the wings. The bright red and black palette sits against the warm skin tone, and the two birds are arranged in a balanced, mirrored composition.

Traditional Other Bird Flower Branch Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The pair came over from Ohio in a wicker crate with a tag that said HANDLE WITH CARE in red capitals, which Walter thought was the funniest thing he had ever seen printed on a bird. He hung them in the conservatory at Hartwell Lane, where the glass made everything smell of summer even in February. From the first morning they would not look at each other. The cock took the left end of the bamboo perch and the hen the right, and each turned its back on the other as if a surveyor had divided the room between them.

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Walter died in April. I kept the cage covered out of habit, and one grey afternoon I lifted the cloth and found they had moved. They sat on the same dowel, shoulder to shoulder, both heads turned towards the door as though waiting for someone to come through it with seed.

I opened the conservatory door to let the air in. The hen went first, a red flare over the rhubarb, and the cock followed low over the hedge towards the church tower. I stood there holding the empty cage, expecting to feel foolish. Instead the whole garden seemed to tilt a little, the way a room does when someone you have been arguing with finally leaves it.

At dusk the cock came back to the lilac and sang. The hen answered from the far side of the lawn, and they carried on like that, one call answering the other across the wet grass until the streetlamps buzzed on. Walter always said they were a married couple who had never once agreed. I left the door open all night. In the morning there were two of them on the hedge, facing opposite ways, as if someone had drawn them that way on purpose.