No, not the Olympics. I'm thinking about the goldfinches that flit through the branches and weeds out in the big field looking for seeds and other goodies to eat.
The bright yellow of their summer plumage is muted to a golden brown, for the most part.
But the energetic flutters of black and white wings are still quite striking.
Not to mention the dramatic poses (I just love the little toes gripping the twigs, don't you?). This last fellow looks ready to take wing - after imitating the leaf sticking out on the left.
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