She was either brave, or frozen with fear. I went out to get the feeder so I could clean and refill it. I slowly walked toward her, but she wouldn't fly away. I said, “Fine. If you're going to be like that, I'm getting my camera.” I was about a foot away from her when I took this picture. She let me take a few frames, had a few sips of what could only be rain water, and then casually flew away.
