In Victorian Britain, Goldfinches were captured in their thousands.
Their fate? To be kept tied to tiny perches in miniature cages in homes, confined and flightless, for one key reason … their enchanting song.
I had never seen this beautiful bird … until last summer.
I was in my home and suddenly became aware of the most enchanting music coming from my garden. It was hypnotic, mesmerising and compelling. I ventured into my garden to try and find the source of this most magical sound. I felt under a kind of spell. Never had I heard a sound like this.
There, stood on my rooftop, the unmistakeable greeny-brown plumage and red and yellow markings of a Goldfinch.
I stood, willing this dreamlike creature to stay with me. Drowning in its drug. But, all too soon, it was gone.
Now, every day I wait … for one more fleeting encounter with a Goldfinch.