There is a poem:

10/24
Late in the afternoon, cloudy
day light already failing fast,
I had just finished cleaning up
from making oat milk, and,
while I was at it in the sink,
getting the french press ready
for tomorrow, and emptying
the sink drain strainer outside
among the plants (they love
the mix of coffee grounds and
oat mash) when I glanced,
in passing, out the deck doors
at the feeders. I suppose some
flurry of activity caught the
corner of my eye. The feeders
and all the perches we have
provided, were covered with
small birds…Pine Siskins as
I looked closer. I counted as
they flew off…20 at least…
a veritable hoard of siskins…
or since they are allied with
the finches, perhaps a “charm”
or a “company” or a “trembling”
(all collective nouns for finches)
of fine featured Pine Siskins.
Three hung around at the
thistle feeder long enough
for me to get a photo or two,
despite the light. The photos
will be nothing much to boast
of but enough to seal the
memory of the afternoon we
were invaded by a trembling
of the Pine Siskins, 20 strong.

Sony Rx10iv at 600mm equivalent. Program mode with my custom birds and wildlife modifications. Processed in Polarr and Apple Photos.