I call this one: The Creation of Buchfink.
In the last photo the baby is talking to God.
Buchfinken âïž+đŁ (chaffinches) auf der Karlshöhe, Stuttgart-SĂŒd.
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I call this one: The Creation of Buchfink.
In the last photo the baby is talking to God.
Buchfinken âïž+đŁ (chaffinches) auf der Karlshöhe, Stuttgart-SĂŒd.
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The term "borb" was invented for birds like this one.
Buchfink 03/2026
Hab mich umentschieden: Hier werden nicht nur MS Paint Vögel gepostet, sondern auch Low Poly Blender-Vögel :D Das hier ist ein Buchfink (mĂ€nnlich), weil bei uns im Garten seit ca. 2 Wochen ein Buchfinken-Paar lebt (er hat keine Beine, weil ich das nicht kann hahaha AuĂerdem hab ich hier zu ersten Mal solche Outlines benutzt :))
The male chaffinch is magnificently colored. Breast and back are rusty red, nape and crest are blue-gray. The back is gray-green. The white tail edges and wing patches are clearly visible. The female is inconspicuous gray-brown colored, with a slight green tinge.They have a varied repertoire.They perform their song consistently and in a structured manner with an end squiggle. Chaffinches like to sing loudly and blaringly.
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Stieglitz und Buchfink | Die Vögel (1913) | Alfred Edmund Brehm (1829-1884) | Biodiversity Heritage Library
7 December
Tief im kĂŒhlsten Dickicht schlummern
Fink und Amsel, selbst die Sonne
Wandelt, mĂŒd und lĂ€ssig blickend,
Langsam ihre Bahn im Traume;
Und wie alles nun im Kreise
Schweigt und ausruht, wie mir selber
Schwer es lastet auf den Wimpern,
Ist es mir, der Weltgeist schlafe.