I like to chatter in the trees,
And lecture those around,
But always end my talks with, “P-L-E-E-E-Z,
It’s not safe on the ground.”
A short time ago I had a mystery beetle to identify, but this week, it’s a mystery bird. We don’t often get brightly coloured songbirds here, so when this yellow bird landed on the fencing of my garden, I rushed to get the camera. I barely had time to find the bird in my viewfinder when it took off. Hence the blurry photo.
Later it came back and, again, I rushed to get the camera. Again it was a blurry photo, and the bird immediately flew away.
I snapped wildly in the general direction of the bird’s flight and thought, at first, that I had missed it. But when I zoomed in on the photo, I found it in the top right-hand corner. It’s too tiny to see what it is, so I saved a zoomed photo of that part that I circled below.
It’s still blurry, but it was enough that I could see the colours of the back and the wing markings.
I’ve determined that it is an American goldfinch.
If it ever sits still for longer than a few seconds, I might someday get a clearer picture of it. Meanwhile, it sang to me: