A couple of weeks ago I took the wire cage off the tube bird feeder after the squirrels went into hibernation. The rock pigeons now cannot get to the bird seed; before they clung to the wire, wildly flapping their wings and ate the seed on the bottom tray. Three days ago, a trio of European Starlings discovered the feeder, stood on the tray and filled themselves with seed. Today eight starlings came—too many. After they left, I took the cage back to cover the feeder. A pine siskin was perched on the top opening eating cracked seed. She didn’t move when I approached and stood close by. I reached out and gently touched her, she continued eating; taking a seed and chewing it while watching me. I stepped back to wait for her to finish; she didn’t and a Lesser Goldfinch landed on another perch. I waited a little then approached again; the goldfinch left; the Pine Siskin continued eating. I walked up and gave her a gentle push on her chest with my forefinger—she gave me a gentle peck on the finger. Losing patience, I took the feeder off the hook and placed it on the ground; the siskin hopped down onto the tray. Only when the cage descended toward her did she run off under the rosemary bush.