Over the weekend, when I took advantage of the most gorgeous August day ever to cut the grass and to work in the yard a bit, I spied my beautiful summer goldfinch. He flitted from the fence at the back of the house, along the north property line, and made a beeline for the just-refilled bird feeders hanging from the fruit trees in the grove. He perched there for so long, eating his little heart out, that I had time to grab the long lens...and then he flew away.
But I rediscovered some shots I'd captured at the end of July when he was spotted in the back yard:
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