What may look like a cheesy title is a way of pointing out that the bird of this post is usually called Red-fronted Serin, yet BirdLife somehow refers to it as being Fire-fronted. Either way, we’re clearly talking pusillus when we are talking about this specific Serinus. And beyond common and scientific names, we are talking about an extraordinary bird.

The Serins of the genus Serinus, here applied in the wider and likely incorrect sense, are a very diverse group of finches that mostly call Africa and the Middle East their home. As if this alone wouldn’t make them adorable enough, they also sport amazing colouration, are mostly small to very small in size, and exhibit a lively Yorkshire terrier personality to match. The Red-fronted Serin is no exception to this, which is remarkable considering its exceptionalism within the genus.
Why is it exceptional? Well, for one it inhabits high mountain terrain from the northern part of the Middle East all the way to the Himalayas and the central Asian mountain ranges, reaching 3,200 m above sea level in Kazakhstan. It remains there year-round, with slight altitudinal movements in winter. Inhabiting the Tien Shan and enduring daytime temperatures of -25°C in winter is not bad when your genus has African roots. Furthermore, it has a very unusual colouration for a serin, a group almost defined by greens and yellows. Now, don’t get me wrong: serinian greens and yellows are not to be confused with phylloscopian tones. They are much brighter and make for some sunny finch experiences. And of course there are also other serins who deviate from this colour routine, like the Damara and Black-headed Serins of southern Africa. But nothing really compares to the almost diabolical red and black of Serinus pusillus. In fact, when I came across a small flock at the shores of Big Almaty Lake in Kazakhstan during a day trip up into the mountains in June this year, I was captivated in such a way that it took the whistle from a Himalayan Snowcock to remind me that I had not only come here to walk a hundred metres beyond the parking lot and sit down in a small meadow, but to go and see Ibisbills, Bearded Vultures, Himalayan Rubythroats and Brown Dippers. And while this whistle was effective, and while I went on to conquer the day, these little finches were even competitors for the top spot on my day list.

 

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Written by Jochen
Jochen Roeder was born in Germany and raised to be a birder. He also spent a number of years abroad, just so he could see more birds. One of his most astounding achievements is the comprehension that Yellow-crowned Night-herons do not exist, as he failed to see any despite birding in North America for more than two years. He currently lives near Heidelberg, one of the most boring places for a birder to live, a fact about which he likes to whinge a lot. When he is not birding or trying to convince his young son that patiently scanning some fields for migrants is more fun than working the jungle gym of a playground, he enjoys contemplating the reasoning behind the common names of birds. He first became famous in the bird blog world on Bell Tower Birding.