F 1 D 0 -- 02 10 05 at 11 15 Goldfinches. I'm at John and Susan's home. Part of the deal when going to a large dance weekend out of your own town is the billeting. I love this. It is more than my thrifty side. I really like the interraction and getting to know the host/hostess. Their home is lovely. A large place on the edge of town. Brantford. It has been raining here, but that doesn't keep the birds from holding a convention here in the back yard. I'm watching the Goldfinches. They seem to know that the food they get isn't just an accident. I cannot answer for the sparrows, but they're here too. I spent a long time just looking out the back door here, watching the birds in the rain. I can't really say why it appealed to me so very much, but I was happiest just standing there, watching them fly back and forth. They seemed to be going betweeen two different trees for no reason in particular. That was fine with me. When I lived on Byng Avenue, I remember how the birds and squirrels loved my home. When I was in the bad straits on Victoria Park Avenue, that attracted the birds as well. It seems to me that one of the joys of having trees and bushy flowers growing wild is how many birds come by. My hostess here was telling me that they get lots of hummingbirds in the butterfly flowers. I've never seen them before. They are purple little bushy things. Hey, I'll take a few pictures. I'm still holding onto my folk's digital camera. I may as well take some shots to remember. That's all I know.