House finches visit my backyard feeding station year round, often in flocks. Descendants of a few pet cage birds let loose in New York City about a hundred years ago, they are ubiquitous now. In warmer weather, I'll sometimes sit outside on my deck to read or write, and along will come a band of the fluffy, chirping fellows. As long as I remain still and quiet, they will munch on birdseed from a feeder only three feet from where I sit--wild yet in this way still tame. Hopefully, my haiku inspired by them captures some of their magic.
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