I was watering the seedlings this morning when Jen called out to me from the dining room. It didn’t sound urgent, so I continued watering. She said it again, but I was nearly done. By the time I came back off the porch, she was pointing and saying “goldfinch goldfinch goldfinch” over and over. This cute little guy was on the feeder we’ve got right outside the dining room window.
The observer is invited to note that he is in mid-moult, losing his drab winter plumage in favor of the bright colors of spring. During the winter, goldfinches assume a disguise and go around as ordinary LBBs. His wing stripes are ‘worn’ from weather and use. He was quite hungry, and ate at the feeder for several minutes.
Anyone who is considering the application of any April Fools hackery to me is invited to consider the story of the person who did so last year, and got punched.
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