Quiet Sunday at Home

This doesn’t count as noise in my book. When I went to the window to see what all the singing was about I saw two birds courting, up in my birch tree. I’d say they were House Finches. The male’s red rump was quite conspicuous as he bobbed and danced and flashed his tail for the female. She sat quietly but watched the dance attentively, turning as he moved from one side of her to the other. Then they flew off, leaving the rest of the birds to keep doing their thing.