Goldfinches have been sharing their airspace with robins lately,
and I mistakenly surmised in my last post that all the robins were already south of us.
But yesterday, from a hilltop tree stand near here, Don watched thousands pass over him, and today, there were hundreds more.
It may have been all that commotion that caused this small goldfinch to crash into the windows the other day. When I first saw her, she was on the ground, belly up and breathing hard. I scooped her up and turned her over in my hand; her tiny claws clung to my fingers, which seemed like a good sign. As I stroked her feathers gently, and sang about her Heavenly Father's care, she rallied, so I moved her to a nearby twig.
She seemed grateful for the attention, and in return, stayed around and let me take a few pictures. Then, just before dark, she flew away, hopefully to live happily ever after with a good story to pass on to her grandchildren.
Rabelias at 50%, Sepia at 22%, and ancien at 100%.