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Half molted now, a patchwork of yellow...

Half molted now, a patchwork of yellow and green, the goldfinch goes twittering past the crabapple’s half-open blooms.

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Warmth without shadows, the gossip...

Warmth without shadows, the gossip of goldfinches like a single bright thread. The rabbit doesn’t chance a dash across the yard.

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The sound of an altercation among the...

The sound of an altercation among the goldfinches—like a dozen jazz soloists playing at once. The only cloud in the sky finds the sun.

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Fog. High in a skeletal birch, the...

Fog. High in a skeletal birch, the silhouettes of ten goldfinches are almost the right size for leaves, moving in their own slow wind.

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A male and female goldfinch glean seeds...

A male and female goldfinch glean seeds from a tall bull thistle. She eats in silence while he in his loud yellow suit chatters on and on.

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Goldfinches twitter in the tops of...

Goldfinches twitter in the tops of the locusts at sunrise, bright as beacons. A yellow hoverfly watches me from four inches away.

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Goldfinch in the garden: a coneflower...

Goldfinch in the garden: a coneflower stem breaks under his weight and he moves to another, probing the dark centers for a hint of seed.

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Incessant rain. A chitter of goldfinches...

Incessant rain. A chitter of goldfinches halfway through their molt: part green, part yellow, like spicebush or forsythia in reverse.

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That first snow still cloaks the frozen...

That first snow still cloaks the frozen earth. When the wind dies, I can hear the 75 finches at my parents’ birdfeeder, a twittering bedlam.

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A goldfinch gone green lands among...

A goldfinch gone green lands among walnut leaves that have gone yellow. Below, a juvenile red-bellied woodpecker, nape turning orange.

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