Goldfinch

I have a dozen that visit my garden. It was one of the birds I first ID'd when I took up birdwatching a couple of years ago. They were perching on top of the lampposts in North Dock, Roker, and I was amazed that something so beautiful could have been on my doorstep all these years. For an artist I'm pretty unobservant at times.

That was it, I was hooked. So now I'm an artist, and a twitcher.
My Dad also has goldfinches visiting his garden at Ballaugh, and the other day we were both stood at our respective kitchen windows, talking to each other about which birds were feeding at the time. Because he seemed so excited about the goldfinches, and because I love him so much, I thought I'd paint this for him. I'll pop it in the post to you in Eire later this week, I promise Dad.