My in-laws are ultra bird feeders. There's a 10+ hummingbird death-match in progress on the front porch every evening and the backyard is a virtual aviary world war over seeds.
I found 3 (yes, there are three in there) baby chickadees in a 2" clothesline pipe and shot them with the flash while Momma hollered at me from the treeline.
The best model award goes to the baby Oriole who sat on the branch right above the feeder while daddy had his snack below. (First runner-up would be the blue jay but blue-jays are the assholes of the bird kingdom)