Little did we know when we bought our new house that a flight school was out back.
They come early in the morning. Young pilots with little experience can be seen flying carelessly through our back yard, somehow dodging trees and other obstacles.
These pilots are young birds.
Their parents soon arrive to corral the youngsters before they hurt themselves or someone else, or cause property damage.
The lessons begin, and once more the young finches are flying about. I can't tell whether there is some form to this training, or whether the parents just watch and let the kids do their own thing. I don't speak finch.
While my wife and I have become accustomed to the phenomenon, our cat is keenly interested, watching through a window and making those weird sounds that cats make when they see birds or other little animals.
Maybe he speaks finch.
