they're back

Twice a year, these guys (in the masthead) come through the gardens--once in the spring and once in the late summer--and eat seeds from the sage. I think they're wild canaries. Their chests are bright yellow and they are tiny little birds. And they can sing.

There are usually six of them and unless I'm already out in the garden, sitting very still, the closest I can get is about ten feet away, through the window.

Winter must be on its way.