Filling my feeders this morning a very impatient red-breasted nuthatch did
not wait for me to finish.  It landed on the feeder as I held it steady to
pour seed, looked at me as I held my breath and then hopped to the suit
feeder hanging just inches above.  As I stepped back it flew off.  A few
minutes later I spotted it picking off grit from my roof shingles.

 

David Gersten

Silver Spring, MD