The Goldfinch Convention

When it wasn't sleeting today, at least 30 finches were hanging out near our house. Every perch on the finch feeder was constantly full (and fought over), the bush and railing near the feeder full (no hanging out clothes in my usual spot), and dozens took turns pecking at the dandelion leaves along our little road. We couldn't figure out exactly what they were up to, but a whole flock of bright yellow must portend something good, along with quick end to the Mister's expensive finch food.