I know that many people love Pine Siskins. We are not among them. Some years we do not see Pine Siskins in our area. Other years, appropriately called "invasion years," we have them in great abundance. So great that they crowd out our favorite birds. They flock with the finches and simply take over the bird feeders.
I awakened this morning to find the ground covered with a light snow. As usual, I sat cradling my coffee cup, slowly coming to life and watching the birds. Here is the first one I saw, sitting at the little birdbath on the deck:
"Perhaps you're wrong," I told myself. But when I saw the others, there was no mistake. The Pine Siskins were here in force.
A little American Goldfinch looked at me as if to say, "Can't you do something about this?"
The goldfinch watched as the Pine Siskins took over.
They pushed and shoved, just like the most ill-mannered children.
Fortunately, the White-breasted Nuthatches, the Carolina Chickadees, the Carolina Wrens, the Titmice, and our other "bread and butter" winter birds had the suet. But the sunflower, thistle, and mixed seed feeders were covered in fluttery flibbertygibits. I can only hope they stopped for a respite in the snow and will soon travel to places unknown.