This is my favorite time of year. Have you been hearing a new voice in the air? Every morning I wake up to the tinkling tune of baby goldfinches. They look similar to the female or a goldfinch in winter colors and their baby call reminds me of a squeaky dog toy. "♪ High, low...♪ high, low, low."
At the Wild Birds Unlimited store in East Lansing, I see the Daddy Goldfinch eating from my sunflower plants as his fledlings watch from a nearby apple tree.
They soon join him all the while calling out for his attention. I know that they'll soon have it all figured out including a grown up song and I'll miss their little "Mom my...Dad de de" in the morning.