This morning I was startled by a flash of yellow outside the front window. The flash swooped away and back, and came to rest on a stalk of pink coral bells along the front walk.
A male goldfinch.
I haven't seen them around our house in ages, though Bill saw one for the briefest of moments yesterday.
A few seconds later, the female, less showy but no less pretty in her olive attire, arrived.
She swooped in, joined her mate at the flowers, but it was just for a quick hello, don't forget to pick up bread and pickles on the way home, dear, and then she was gone.