Wow! Bright, bright tiny amazing birds.
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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I sense the rapid invasion and departure.
Heard an interesting talk by Jon Young last week. He wrote What the Robin Knows. Maybe you have even posted about it here. Anyway, he would say, remember to listen to those goldfinches. I've been trying to remember to listen more to birdsong since I saw him, instead of just habitually tuning it out.
Thanks, you two! These were two bright males, who stayed a long time, enjoying the mint. I do love birdsong, but these were quietly grazing, and then flew off.
I have a poet/bicycling friend who was visited by a flock of goldfinches while biking. It was like being in a bright yellow cloud of them.
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