Goldfinch

In the winter, goldfinches like to eat the seeds of the purple coneflowers I planted in my yard.

Goldfinches

filling the face of every flower: Then they drop from the sky. A buttery gold, they swing on the thistles, they gather the silvery down, they carry it in their finchy beaks to the edges of the fields, to the trees, as though their minds were on fire with the flower of one perfect idea—

Wise words

“We abuse land because we regard it as a commodity belonging to us. When we see land as a community to which we belong, we may begin to use it with love and respect.” Aldo Leopold A Sand County Almanac

Go native

Lets talk about cities. There are more of them and they’re getting bigger. As they grow and spread, more wildlife habitat gets paved over. The plants that were growing there since before people even set foot on the land are getting wiped out. Where does that leave the animals who depended on that lost habitat?

Planting a Tree

What does he plant who plants a tree? A scion full of potency, He plants his faith, a prophecy Of bloom, and fruitfulness to be; He plans a shade where robins sing, Where orioles their nestlings swing; A burning bush – a miracle! Who plants a tree, – he doeth well! What does he plant