I caught this lovely Goldfinch a few days before my Godfather. But, being of lazy character (unlike my Godfather) I failed to make mention of it until now.
Speaking Ornithologically (as he does) I note only that the Minnesota Goldfinches are of a superior breed that time of year than their lowly Idahoan brethren – as the hardy plumage clearly indicates.
Speaking of brothers, this wider pan-out brings Peter’s unique sense of humor to mind.
As a person of generally indigent personality, it will not surprise you to hear from me that time has passed.
For a time I had thought that that greedy woodpecker was running me out of seed. But then it came to be known that the Oak Rats had figured me out.
I will not dignify their pestilence In Digitum but will say with certainty that thoughts of murder have come across my mind.
Today – a welcomed arrival!
Who could not enjoy a March thaw like this?
And… as nautical twilight turned into night, the long-awaited moment: The Bards stir afresh.
Stay tuned and wish me luck!
(Happy birding…)
– Jason
The Big Year 2021 