Saturday, August 18, 2012

All that whistles - is not gold


This is the year of the goldfinch. I don’t know why but everywhere I ride my bike this year I am seeing them. Not just one or two a ride – but upwards of a dozen. Swooping in front of me flying in packs like little yellow sparks off a grinding wheel.

So what has changed – what is different about this year that so many of these wild canaries are carousing about? I’m certain it isn’t just that I am taking more notice. You know, like when you buy a new car that you think is so unique and then you see scads of identical ones on the way home from the dealership and everyday thereafter.  

What do these birds want?

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