It is definitely fall. You know this because the world sounds right now like a squeaky-toy quality testing facility staffed by dozens of sugar-amp’d three year olds.
I am referring to the most annoying bird of the season, baby Goldfinches.
Goldfinches are not your most intelligent of winged-critters. They hurl themselves at just about every window of the house, for example. But the babies… have a relentless squeak in the relentless pursuit of their parents.
The baby is perched on top, squeaking at dad, below.
Dumb, but not silent. And very single-minded, does junior harass the parent.
When dad is in range, junior hunkers down and flutters his wings.
This one almost needs a caption call.
“An an an andthenIdid THIS! an an an look! an… then… an… I did THIS!….!”
The Goldfinches were very successful nesters this year. The air is full of this incessant squeaky-toy sound right now. Enough to drive you nuts.
In the meantime, the last of the Grosbeaks have moved through.
There are all sorts of other flying critters as well.
And this Nuthatch has a really nice seed! They have been getting a bit feisty.
The birds, not the seeds.
The Nuthatches and the Chickadees will soon band together for the winter.
I haven’t seen many Chickadees lately. I think this is the time of year they go on a Mediterranean cruise.
But they’ll be back.