Who needs gaudy tropical birds when you have a male bullfinch visiting the garden for sunflower seeds? This is the time of year when their distinctive melancholy 'pew' contact calls follow us on our morning walk over the Knott, but I don't see them every day in the garden. The males and their more subtly marked females are always together. The grey and salmon pink feathers show the brush strokes from where they have been painted on.
It's the Big Garden Birdwatch this weekend, will they turn up in the garden for the appointed hour?