The indomitable Laudator has this:
James Hayford, To Be Rich:
Musing on what it would be to be rich,
I saw what I was looking at: the ditch
Coated with chocolate mud the thaw had left,
Of velvet texture and luxurious heft.
As if confirming a conclusion drawn,
The naked tree put golden grosbeaks on.Perhaps evening grosbeak (Coccothraustes vespertinus):
Solomon, in all his splendor, was not clothed as one of these.
What a beauty !
Harbinger of a good day, when sweet songs begin the day:)
So pretty! I’m jealous, Father. In my part of the country we still don’t have our little song-bird friends back yet.
Not my bird, sorry! Wish it were.
A beautiful bird for sure. We get their relatives, the pine grosbeak, from time to time, at our feeder, but not as often as I’d like. It’s gorgeous too.
I’ve only seen them a few times in far northern Minnesota. They are so lovely.