I didn't set out to be a "bird lady" or anything like that, or to even pay that much attention to birds. But they just came, year after year from the brush and woods out back, full of song and prettier than ever. I saw finches of every color, woodpeckers, robins, cardinals, owls, hawks, woodthrush. They loved the nandina berries and blueberries and I loved their company.
One year the most amazing thing happened. A flock of 25 or 30 golden finches descended out of the heavens onto our up-close garden. They hopped like clowns, their bright yellow bodies everywhere, most of them interested in a small water fountain we had recently installed near the back door. Then they were gone as quickly as they came, like yellow roses with wings. My husband and I happened to be standing at the back window when it happened, and we both stood still with our mouths open, hardly able to grasp what we had seen. The show seemed just for us and took all of 30 seconds.