I came downstairs and looked at the window this morning, and I saw a cute and gutsy little yellow finch starting at me a few inches from me right next to the glass. He saw me and stared, then went on eating.
He seemed fearless and hungry. He wasn’t the least bit afraid of me. It was a lovely way to start the day. He came back a few times, and then Zip began to crawling around, and the finch took off. I like my intrusion into the lives of birds.
Finches are such a delight. Their “bweep, bweeps” are lovely to hear. As I am filling their feeders, they will sit in the trees like bright yellow ornaments and bweep at me, patiently waiting for me to leave. We buy the too-expensive Nyjer seed for them, and those little stinkers won’t eat it unless it’s totally fresh. Nothing makes us happier than to see the feeders chock-full of finches, happily eating.
Love Goldfinches, and am so happy to see them back at my feeders, too.