High gusts of wind salted with rain. Three goldfinches cling like limpets to the thistle seed tube feeder as it careens back and forth.
European goldfinch
Friday October 25, 2019
Rain and sun together. A goldfinch gleans seeds stuck to the shit-splattered leaves below the feeder.
Wednesday October 23, 2019
On a gray day, the goldfinches’ faces look redder than ever. A dunnock enters the cage with the suet and settles in to eat.
Friday October 18, 2019
Bright sun has summoned up the most impersonal of howls: a pressure-washer, I think. A blue tit joins the goldfinches on the thistle feeder.
Wednesday October 16, 2019
The clouds thin. My partner attempts to do yoga with me and the dog staring at her. More and more goldfinches crowd onto the thistle feeder.
Thursday October 10, 2019
Breezy and cool with slowly fading sunlight. I hear but don’t see the goldfinches. A smoker’s hacking cough.
Wednesday October 09, 2019
Five finches methodically pulling thistle seeds through tiny holes like a sewing machine with five needles.
Tuesday October 08, 2019
Im so engrossed in watching goldfinches squabble at the tube feeder, I don’t notice that the sun’s come out until they all fly off.
Thursday September 19, 2019
Yet another clear, cool day. A goldfinch sings, almost through his molt. Even the builders’ power saw sounds autumnal.
Friday September 13, 2019
Sunny and cool, with the only contrails for clouds. Four goldfinches glimpsed out of the corner of my eye look like leaves gusting overhead.