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If you are prone to looking up as you walk (or pedal or drive) among trees, you may have noticed a bumper crop of cones clinging to the highest branches of white pine trees this summer and fall. Around my yard, the red squirrels have been busy gathering cones, chattering away as they scamper through the branches. But I’ve also heard another sound this autumn — beyond the scolding squirrels and familiar chickadee calls — a gregarious twittering from high in the trees.

That is the sound of pine siskins, and I’ve heard them prattling — like a group of excited children calling to each other on the playground — from the tall white pines along my walking route near home, the birches at the edge of our field, and the hardwood trees near my office parking spot. These diminutive finches are exceptionally nomadic, and they’re showing up in droves around northern New England this autumn.