As I sat eating my breakfast this morning dozily staring out into the garden I couldn’t believe my eyes. First one bullfinch landed on the bird feeder. A male, it’s bright pink breast shining in the dull morning light. Then his “Mrs” turned up. Then another male…. then two more females! That’s FIVE bullfinches altogether. A record for our garden.
Photo courtesy of Wikipedia
So I looked up their collective noun and believe it or not one that’s quoted is a “bellowing”. Strange, they have such a pathetic call, more of a single-pitch churp than a bellow. Other collective nouns for them are a “lowing” and “volery”. I think lowing is probably nearest – bit like a small feathered herd of cows.
Anyway, before I could reach for the camera (and finish my tea and toast) they were gone. Hopefully they will come bellow, low and volery some other time!