The finches seem to come to the pine tree in the late afternoon. Frank decided to try out his new camera as well.
It turns out they move a little too quickly to make a good photo op. But while he was looking in the tree he saw the neighborhood barn owl. We hear him occasionally at night, but rarely see him.
He sat perfectly still and sound asleep the entire time Frank took pictures. They are so eerie looking. The next day I found a breast feather on the ground, soooo soft. A souvenir of his visit.