Country Diary
Sep 09, 2020
3 minutes
Tamie Blackett
My eye is caught by a thistle head swaying and I strain my eyes to see what has stirred it. Viewed more closely, it is a small bird and, as my pupils focus, I see a whole charm of goldfinches cleverly camouflaged in the weeds.
It never ceases to amaze me how a yellow, red, black, white and brown bird sitting on a purple flower can be so hard to see
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