She was pretty comical sitting on the rain guard above the one feeder, then hanging by her hind feet from one of the arms of the shepherd's hook to reach the seed.
Unfortunately, I couldn't get out there in time to get a good pic of it. Maybe tomorrow
"We are--each of us--dying; it's how we live in the meantime that makes the difference."
"It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived!"
"Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle."