This scruffy sparrow has been pigging out at the feeder for two days now. It only leaves when a bigger bird, like a jay or a woodpecker, muscles in. Even then it flutters to the nearest surface and waits until the coast is clear. “Flutter” is the best way to describe how it flies because “flying” doesn’t come close. Once this morning it fluttered onto the deck and into Psycho’s waiting mouth. Fortunately for it, Psycho has no idea what to do with something that didn’t come out of a Fancy Feast can so he quickly spit it out. My little buddy is also very tame. Several times today it let me walk up to the feeder and stroke its back. I’d invite it into the house for a sleepover but I don’t think Champ is as discriminating as Psycho is when it comes to dinner.