Fluffed Up

I like goldfinches. They really know how to sit on the feeder and chow down - one of the advantages of being a finch, I suppose, is that seed-cracking beak that lets them keep on going... and going... Anyway, it's been so bitterly cold lately, that they probably need every scrap they can get. And this is the only one that I saw today. Hope the rest of the flock have managed to find a sheltered spot somewhere and haven't succumbed to the ravages of the current cold snap.