I'd seen a Yellow-bellied Sapsucker at the suet feeder at the very end of last year, but while I was trying to figure out if it was a late migrant or an early arrival, either of which would be noteworthy, the intriguing bird with the ridiculous name took its last gobble of fat and departed for who knows where. I'd gotten exceedingly brief looks from time to time, but the YBS never stayed for long, certainly not long enough for a picture. Today, on this definitely chilly morning, our "friend" decided to return and stoke its internal stove with our suet offering. I think he came alone, and he would appear to be a yearling. He's definitely scruffy, with his down feathers erected against the cold, and he's something of a bully. When he's eating, none of the other birds dare zip in for a mouthful of fat. He didn't seem inclined to yield ground to me, either, and refused to budge, giving me the intimidating glare while I was only four feet away.