Two weeks ago, when the weekend’s occasional fluffy white clouds darkened ominously into a single charcoal mass and the skies opened and the temperature plunged, there were so many goldfinches landing in the cherry tree that they couldn’t all fit on the bird feeder. I’ve never seen so many of them, and it suggests that the entire community is larger than I had realized. Usually there are up to four or five of them, and on rare occasions six.
Eight of them were clinging on with grim determination, and occasionally a ninth and even a tenth managed to find a foothold, but soon fell or was seen off in a flurry of feathers. Others sat in the tree and waited for opportunities. There were frequent fisticuffs. Whilst harmony reined, there were occasional little sounds from the birds, but when another tried to gain a foothold the noise was raucous and discordant. Although the birdfeeder was like that all day, the video below was taken during a brief pause in the rainfall. It catches some of the fun and games, taken from indoors, so minus any of their communication. Duration 1 minute and 20 seconds.