The big spruce tree by the pond has been alive with the song of purple finches. Their song, so pretty and loud that they were impossible to miss.
A repetitive “cheeping” sound convinced me there was a nest of of babies, but a search with the zoom lens yielded nothing.
Except for this pretty boy.
And his girl.
And then, swooping out of the trees, five purple finches arrived at the feeder. I’ve never seen more than a pair at the feeder. Could this be the elusive babies spreading their wings?
