Getting Fat

A fortnight ago, I blipped this moorhen feeding from a seed feeder but today, the seeds were empty so it transferred its attention to the fatballs.

It was really quite amusing as it couldn't get a good grip on the steeply sloping tree branch.  It was slowly sliding down and after three or four pecks at the fatballs, it had to flutter and reposition itself.

Instead of waiting below for spillage, this bird has found a way of cutting out the middlemen.