I have mixed feelings about bringing food for the birds. After all they are wild creatures, but this is extreme weather, seeds hidden under snow and ice. Every bit of nourishment helps. When the little hermit thrush follows me around, waits, looks into my eyes, I'm in love and sad at the same time. This is not an assertive bird, so I must find a corner to deliver its food bits, a corner where sparrows, jays, titmice, squirrels will not snatch the grub first. I'm glad the tree creepers can tolerate cayenne pepper. That will warm up the insides and limbs if that's how it works in a bird's body.
Here are diners and onlookers. One way or another everyone gets something to eat.