goldfinches feast on the stalks of catmint, blossoming and going to seed.
Wow! Bright, bright tiny amazing birds.
goldfinch and the catmint, by Gideon Pisanty, a great name!
By chance, I had promised some of the catmint to the church garden this morning, if it survives the heat. I realize now I should have added "if it survives the goldfinches."
But they are as light on their feet as they are on the wing, not even taking the stalks to the ground as they fed. And now they are gone. Until we meet again!
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