I saw movement under an eave before the full bird appeared. Twitch. Who's up there? Oh, sweet! The Carolina wren.
At this time of year the little birds are fearless. Food first. Safe? Absolutely. Come close.
Chickadees, nuthatches, enchanting.
And more to the point.
There's chow for everyone.
Except when the squirrel becomes chow. I have no idea who put this squirrel here. A raptor for future lunch? A park ranger to attract a hawk? A fall from above? I didn't stick around to see who grabbed the meal. Damndest thing I've seen in a while.