I didn't take this photo - I couldn't figure out HOW to get a good portrait of the little visitor. I don't know if he's a "him" or a "her." I do know "he" is interesting and amazing and brave. So, earlier this week i was out in the driveway trying to put a huge amount of styro-foam squares back into the shipping crate that carried them here. I thought something was broken in the house - like maybe the washer - or dryer - because I heard a loud, persistent (mechanical sounding) squeak-ish sound - over & over. I stood inside the kitchen, the sound was LOUD. i walked towards the laundry room, quiet . . . . (since one of my ears doesn't listen to worldly sounds, direction is challenging to guess.) - Eventually I figured out it was right out there - in the driveway - and, it wasn't mechanical - it was a bird. "He" allowed himself to be seen - and, golly, it seems "he" was thankful for the feeder I'd hung in the tiny tree by the new fence. :He wasn't even afraid with me standing just a few feet away. "He's been visiting for a few days, it's getting cold out. Won't "he' be flying somewhere warmer soon? I realize not everyone enjoys the birds as i do . . . but, this little "guy" can count on a meal when "he" stops to visit . . .