When I was little, in second grade to be exact, I fancied myself a bird enthusiast. I most likely got it from my Aunt Helen, who always had a number of bird feeders in her back yard along with a pair of binoculars and a bird book by the back window. I loved being able to identify all of the different birds. I still have a warm spot in my heart for birds to this day. In second grade, for some reason, I was especially keen on one particular bird, the American Goldfinch. I’m not really sure why. Perhaps I liked its bright gold and black plummage. Perhaps the flouride in the drinking water turned my brain to mush, who knows? Anyway, I even had a “Goldfinch Club” that I formed with about four or five of my friends being the only members. Naturally, it was a male-only club as was de rigueur for clubs started by seven-year olds. I don’t remember anything about the club’s function, assuming it even had one.
Anyway, the backyard of Sarah’s parents also has a number of bird feeders and attracts a lot goldfinches. I’ve taken photos of them before but this weekend was my first chance with my new camera and its 10x optical zoom. I’m still learning how to get the most of the camera but a few of the shots didn’t turn out half bad.

Two goldfinches flying to the feeder.

A full feeder.

Sticking his head in to get some seed.

An all-gold feeder.

Emerging from the feeder with a seed in his mouth.
