A small purple finch at the black oil sunflower seed feeder eyed me nervously as I took my place on the front porch this afternoon. He was beautifully marked with dark red and black markings. Realizing I was going nowhere near his dinner spot, he went about duking out his newly discovered turf with what I believe was a baby woodpecker. Scruffy and with higher pitched vocal, the baby woodpecker looked a little unsteady with that typical breakdancing type decent down the bark of the tree. He and the finch took turns grabbing seeds.