The color change of the Goldfinches is one of my favorite indications of the changing seasons. When we lived in Wisconsin, I welcomed the spring change, but hated to see the bright yellow begin to fade in the fall. That meant another long gray winter was approaching. Now that we are in NC with sunshine most days even during the winter, I don't mind the color changes at all.
Our Goldfinches have not yet begun to get their winter plumage. This little guy was particularly bright. He sat on the top of the hook as if he were playing "King of the Hill," daring anyone else to try to take his place.
He flew down to the little birdbath we have mounted over the deck railing. Here he prepares to take a bath.
This year I actually look forward to the winter plumage of the birds and the fall migration. While we definitely have cold winter weather, it is nothing like the gray and bitter cold of WI. I think my Seasonal Affective Disorder has been cured by our wonderful mountain winters. And the lovely birds that will winter with us here.