Whoa! I thought the 50 pound bag of bird seed would make it through February–until the American Goldfinches showed up this week. They take up all spaces on two feeders, and eat and fuss at each other all day long. I am reminded of Gulliver’s journey to Lilliput–they are so small and beautiful and so petty and fractious. The males aren’t quite as bright as they will be, but they’re working on their courting colors. I’ve never seen babies–they go somewhere else to nest.

The bright side of my new and improved double-paned windows is lower electric bills and less street noise. The downside is not hearing the birds or frogs unless I’m in the yard.

Ready or not

The tree frogs are out at night.  I hear them calling from behind my neighbor’s house.  My resident Mockingbird, anxious to hold onto his entire hoard of pyracantha and holly berries, hunkers down and flies out at flocks of Robins who are passing through.  Last week he successfully held off a group of Cedar Waxwings.  Meanwhile, he’s not eating them either.

There’s lots of action at the feeders–and in the yard.  It won’t be long before the babies are chasing the parents around begging for food.

Real life

When I let the dog out earlier, the titmice and chickadees had come in to feed.  They’re easy to identify because they streak in, grab a sunflower seed, fly to a limb, crack and eat, and repeat.  They seem to make the cardinals a little nervous (they are a little like lane-switching drivers on I-285).  What looks like American Goldfinches don’t need any help being nervous (I need a telephoto lens).  It’ll be interesting to see which birds get blown in by the bad weather West of us.