The chaffinch is one of the most widespread and abundant bird in Britian and Ireland. Its patterned plumage helps it to blend in when feeding on the ground and it becomes most obvious when it flies, revealing a flash of white on the wings and white outer tail feathers. It does not feed openly on bird feeders – it prefers to hop about under the bird table or under the hedge. You’ll usually hear chaffinches before you see them, with their loud song and varied calls. You will find them around our bird hide and around the woodland walk.
Chaffinch you were born to live free Amongst the sheltery hedges and the trees And when you feel bored your boredom you can ease By flitting off to anywhere you please.
Of us the human kind you live in fear In your eyes we seem mighty fierce and queer You will not sing your happy song of cheer Whilst a human soul is standing near.
Bird with the pinkish breast and musical throat You sing the songs the songs God for you wrote You pipe your tunes the chaffinch songs of joy The tunes your father piped in days gone by.
Each day about the farm yards you feed On litle bits of scattered chaff and seed From the free flowing streamlets drink your fill And amongst the sheltery hedgerows chirp and trill.
Peering down suspiciously at me From your lofty perch atop the leafy tree You will not pipe until I go away But I shall hide and hear the tunes you play.