I absolutely love house finches. There are hundreds of them around here, I'm sure; but they get along so well with other birds that I have no reason to dislike them. I understand they were originally taken to New York to be sold as caged birds, and were eventually turned loose; once set free, they proliferated. I found that information HERE.
I don't know where the little creatures nest around here, but it must be close; I keep finding fledglings in my back yard. Today I went out to fill my birdbath. As I approached, I noticed a house finch perched on the edge; even when I was a mere three feet away, he stayed there. I sat my bucket of water down, reached out my hand, and made him perch on my finger. I then transported him to the bird feeder so I could refresh the water in the birdbath. When I was done, I got him on my finger and returned him to the edge of the birdbath.
"Whoa," I whispered. "I have to get a picture of that little bird on my finger."
Of course, once I went out with the camera, he wasn't so friendly.
A while ago, though, I looked out my computer room window and saw Sadie pawing at something in the grass. Looking closer, I realized it was another fledgling and shouted "No!!!!"
I got the camera, ran outside, and finally rescued the little fellow. And I got my picture! (Click to make it larger.)