So yes, the birds are flocking to my deck, but it seems like cheating how we lured them here. On the other hand, bird-beggars can't be choosers, so I've devoted a few minutes of my morning to observing the drama unfolding outside my window.
I first spotted the downy woodpeckers, who cling to railings and politely wait their turn at the suet block. I love their jaunty red heads and their ability to queue.
The bluebirds aren't so patient. A flock of them must have moved into the area this morning, and they're hungry. They've been flashing their brilliant tail feathers and just generally entrancing me since I saw them.
Unfortunately, they have rivals at the feeder. A band of bluejays are guarding the block, wielding their considerable bulk in a futile effort to keep their fellow blue birds away.
Though the jays are larger, the bluebirds are more nimble. They can contort their little bodies (showing off their lovely orange breasts) any which way to get at the suet. The bluejays, on the other hand, are hampered by size. Yes, they're big and loud, but the bluebirds are making out like bandits. I'm pulling for them.