No one's telling these chaps it's not summer yet.
Lately they've been descending on the feeder in hordes, the lads all in beautiful bright yellow now, having sent their khaki winter get up to the charity shop. The gals on the other hand, well, let's say drab is the new black.
At one point I counted a dozen of them, with several miniature dogfights exploding all over the place. American goldfinches is what they are. Not like those nasty European starlings that lower the tone everywhere they go. Of course you can never get them all in the picture.
It's like herding cats. Ooops, sorry, lads. Bad choice of words.