Where did all these Juncos come from? This is nuts.

So far it seems like there won't be a chirp-tonne of Pine Siskins crowding the feeder this season. Talons crossed!

Have you ever been so distraught at the state of the world that you transformed into a House Finch and refused to identify as a human anymore?

Me neither.

Always been a House Finch.

I overheard some humans saying they were excited for "wings" the other day. I expected to see them flying around later, but all I could see from the feeder was them eating something in front of their light box before sleeping.

I am starting to think that the squirrel has no idea that this is my house.

Can you imagine what would happen if birds started tearing down human homes in order to build our nests? I bet that would make the humans pretty mad, wouldn't it?

Feeling a bit peckish today.

And every day.

Been human-watching. That orange one with the loud squawk? Struts like he owns the forest, scares the flock, hoards seed, and roosts where he doesn’t belong. Classic invasive behaviour.

Look, I'm not specist. I just don't see how it is automatically true that humans are more valuable than birds. I mean, they can't even fly on their own. And when they do? They're just copying us.

But they are the best feeders. No other animals put out food for us. I'll give them that.

I don't mean to come across like I look down on humans, but, well, I literally do.

You might not know it from our name, but House Finches are entirely immune to the housing market. Supply, demand, affordability, bidding wars—we're above it all.

I flew into a gym today, but the humans in there shooed me out. I only wanted to work on my pecks.

I don't want to say, "stop following me," but if you must, please do so at a distance. I'm pretty flighty.

After resisting for years, I jumped on the bandwagon. I started human watching. Their behaviour is strange. They are happiest just being with each other and eating, but then they do all these other things for most of the day that they don't seem to like. Why not just nest, eat, frolic, and be happy?

Every time I post here, I'm tempted to call it a tweet. Old habits.

Today went pretty well. As usual, there were too many Pine Siskins at the feeder, but I made friends with a friendly A̵m̵e̵r̵i̵c̵a̵n̵ Canadian Goldfinch.

Apologies in advance for any typos. I tend to hunt and peck.

Hi everyone, if you're wondering who I really am, the answer should have been obvious: male house finch. I occasionally engage in twitter, but I prefer blue skies.