Goldfinch

In August when other birds have launched their quota of debutantes (both sexes) and have retired in silence to assume a fresh Autumn feather outfit, the GOLDFINCHES take up the chalice of life.

While his mate broods the pale blue-white eggs in a compact home, the brilliant yellow and black male swings in curves above, telling in ecstatic abandon, the delight all parents are supposed to experience. There is no doubt about the Goldfinch's joy.‍

Here look o' me — here look o' me! in sweet unison with the downward loops. Then he may drop alongside his treasures and clearly tell his mate she is dear-ee.‍

They are general favorites with all and are among the best known of our small songsters. Even city captives who escape for only a few days each year, are likely to see one or more of our golden-coat friends. Wild canary is the name most applied by the casual suburban wanderer.