Well, this little fella totally made my day. I approached his corner, gave him his whistle and there he was. He flew close to me, I got the pot of mealworms out, took the lid off and offered it up to him. He flew over, just a foot or less, took a worm from the pot and flew back to the branch. You could have knocked me down with a feather. He didn't do it a second time but that's fine.

Meanwhile, a matter of 50 yards away, the kingfisher was perched by a Brook. I didn't disturb him, I decided to let him enjoy the sunshine.

Elsewhere, my PopMaster scores were 15 and 24.