No, “Finches in Fennel” is not the name of a Mediterranean recipe.
These finches flew about in flocks of dozens this morning. They rarely settled for long. When they did settle they took flight at the slightest human presence nearby. I was lucky to get these shots, partly because I was concealed in thick fennel, and partly because I was far away. That last part explains why some of the images aren’t as sharp as I would like. Still, they provide a more intimate view than the park visitor will ever get with the naked eye.
An odd observation: all these finches perched on last year’s fennel twigs, now brown and dry. I wonder why.
Among these finches, the males have the color, and the females are plain. In the groups I photographed this morning, it looked like M-F pairs had formed. Might just be a coincidence.