Woody has now realised that even though he can't get his head through the new feeder he can cling on the side and swing wildly until the contents empty onto the flower bed below. He then has a lovely time tramping all over the bedding plants and having a good peck around.
Let the battle commence. I guess the next step is finding somewhere too confined for him to feel comfortable swinging but where the little birdies will still find it.
Doxie in need of a cunning plan.