Hope is the thing with feathers

As a child, I often used to write stories about flight. There were tales of flying horses, flying carpets and on occasion even flying dinosaurs. I was reminded of this obsession recently when I started to notice feathers everywhere. This was all the more curious as the birds were nowhere to be seen. I could not remember the last time the goldfinches had visited my bird feeders. It turns out that in late summer, many birds lose their feathers. This moulting takes place so they can develop their plumage for the colder season ahead. During this transformation, the birds hide…