I lived in Montana and I had the most trusting of birds. First were the Northern chickadees... they would follow me as I walked through the woods. At one point someone from the electric company come by, and a chickadee came over and was swinging on the metal stems of my glasses. Another time pygmy nuthatches who bred in my bird boxes landed on my hand when I was carrying peanut halves; they both grabbed the same peanut, and were sawing back and forth. "Guys, guys, there are plenty of peanuts!" Then one morning I put out my peanut halves and a white-breasted nuthatch came out of nowhere and plopped down on my hand to eat. I love Texas , but I sure do miss those Montana birds!