Dad. Dad! DAD! DAD!

I love my obnoxious shrieking goldfinches. They never fail to make me look out the window just to make sure no one is being murdered. At the cost of a potential nap, they got me again.

I looked out to find that Dad Goldfinch was in charge of dinner for two…


…possibly three babies.


The babies were nonstop! They kept up a constant chatter all while frantically flapping their wings. The trials of single parenthood.



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