Guest Blogger: Cheeps, Purple FinchI don't hate Goldfinches, but, to be honest, I like them better when they're south for the winter. Each spring they fly into town like a bunch of damned locusts. They act like they own the place. They perch on our trees and eat at our bird feeders. Can't they find their own bird feeders? And aren't there any trees in Florida or wherever the hell they came from?
And then they have to go shove their Goldfinchyness down my throat. They just have to flash those gold feathers and make their weird goldfinch sounds. Hello? This is California. We speak Purple Finch here.
What really frosts me is how I have to explain to my own fledglings about them, like why we suddenly have to share the birdbath with a completely different kind of bird. What if my kids grow up thinking it's okay to be a Goldfinch? That's we're we're heading.
Maybe some of us should take a stand.