It’s been grey and bleak in the garden, today: I wanted to photograph the chickadees that are now all over my feeder, but the gloom ruined every last shot. So it’s red bird day, instead, with an American robin and a cheery wee house finch. I was hoping for a northern flicker, to round out the trio, but those seem to have the wit to stay out of the rain.
This bird grubbed about in the garden for hours, plucking up dead grasses and flying off with them, then coming back for more. It must be building a nest.
Every time I try to photograph this finch, a crow flies up and frightens it away. Just after I took this picture, and just before the crow arrived, Mr. Finch opened his beak, and burst into song. I wish I could’ve captured that on film, somehow. It was quite a pleasant song.
