In the last few weeks, the coneflowers have started going to seed, and looking all raggedy. Part of that is just the flowers fading to grey-pink. Part of that is the goldfinches stopping by in the mornings, wearing such a bright yellow it wakes you up just to look at them, to pick the freshest seeds. Evidently, there isn’t quite enough mature seed yet, as they then swoop over to the nyjer feeder and fill in the corners of their hunger. Yesterday, I finally got this picture before he flew off.
The mourning doves aren’t nearly so shy. At least one of them has gotten so used to me, that it struts about picking up sunflower seeds while I sit there watching. It’s as if it doesn’t care how close the cat might be — Yow! There’s the cat, looking amazing, all four legs reaching out for the bird that got away. Again. No wonder that dove is so sure he won’t get hit. Considering how many loose feathers are scattered about in the yard, this must be going on a lot more often than I know.