"Come here," he says several times a week. "That's one, isn't it? "No," I reply. "That isn't one either."
My husband desperately wants to see a purple finch. This year the house finches are amazingly rosy, perhaps from all the delicious berries around. They also vary a lot in depth of color, so each one looks a bit different. So each time one appears in the trees or at the feeder, my husband's hopes are raised once again. [New note, late entry: I have apparently been totally wrong in calling these birds House Finches. Poor guy, he's been seeing Purple Finches all along.]
Look at this group of messy birds. You would think they hadn't eaten in weeks.
Note that the siskin seems heavier than the finch.
Well, lady. I can't help it if you don't know the difference. Poop on you.