Lesser Goldfinch

Each time I go outside, there are new things to hear and see. My raucous friends are the hummingbirds, whose behavior is almost like a game. My alpha male Rufous is back from his winter migration to Mexico. With his rich bronze plumage, iridescent scarlet throat, and the determination of a football linebacker, this guy thinks he owns the hummingbird feeder and quickly chases away all rivals. The large feisty Crows caw incessantly (beginning at the crack of dawn) and perch in the tall trees as well as use my bird bath as a means to soften food that he has probably acquired from the neighbors trash. Always one can hear the calm and soothing cooing of the Mourning dove. The Goldfinches have a most beautiful song and I guess that after so much singing, a drink of water from my fountain is in order.