After a long day of nest building, socializing and flying around just being darned cute, Mr. and Mrs. Goldfinch enjoy an intimate dinner and light conversation at The Thistle Sack. Children will come later in the season and they’ll be much too busy then.
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Just a few tiny snowflakes floated about yesterday, but that didn’t bother this male American goldfinch in his winter colors—he’s got two little flakes on his head and more falling around. Even in the somewhat dim light his yellow ruff is vibrant though the rest of his color is dull for winter.
Here’s another photo of him partly for the view of his delicate little feet; I actually got several and liked these two best. I wasn’t on a stakeout in my yard, but sitting in my desk chair photographing with a zoom lens through my windows. The feeders hang right outside and the birds visit all day long.
This male goldfinch is having a little bit of a bad feather day as he continues through his spring molt from the drab olive plumage to his bright yellow and black. He doesn’t look too happy about having a camera pointed at him, though. Many are done molting into their spring colors, but these must still be migrating from the far north.
This male goldfinch is having a little bit of a bad feather day as he continues through his spring molt from the drab olive plumage to his bright yellow and black. He doesn’t look too happy about having a camera pointed at him, though.
So says the male goldfinch who is already beginning to molt his olive drab feathers for a lemon yellow neck ruff.
I’ve seen many such signs of spring in a walk around the yard over the weekend, cleaning up some of the downed branches and up-righting some shrubs and small trees. The forsythia, lilac and maple buds are full to bursting and even showing some green. I’m working on a little photo essay.
I photograph these birds through my windows, which can be tricky and doesn’t always produce the best results—especially after several weeks of snow. I clean my windows regularly inside and out to make sure the glass is clean, but I haven’t been able to get to the outside for at least two weeks. Looks like that’s in store for this weekend.