The goldfinches now have their winter colors, but it wasn't that long ago they were brilliant yellow, just beautiful. Here's a goldfinch lifting off from a sunflower. And a little while before he took off, a big ol' bumblebee winged its way up to look the goldfinch in the eye before heading off to the less crowded flower field.

I admire your luck sir, what is your name? "Finch. Gold Finch. And I'll have a martini. Shaken, not stirred."

A male American Goldfinch flew out of some pine trees north of me directly south to a group of sunflowers, and while in flight a small bird came out of the meadow and flew right by its side and landed with the male on a sunflower . . .

Love how the color of summer goldfinches just radiates through the evening air. And perhaps there should be a new Bond movie for those of us who love these birds: Goldfincher.