My brother's bird feeding station

A few months ago, my brother put up a bird feeding station in front of his house. He asked me for help identifying birds and sent pictures of woodpeckers. He really did quite well setting up his pole system and choosing which food to put out for the birds. I had a chance to see it for myself last week. As he's nine hours north of where I live, he has birds that I don't get even during the winter, like towhees. But it's not just his location. He has birds coming to his feeders that don't come to mine, even though I see them in the yard. Nuthatches come to his seed feeder and mockingbirds come to his suet. His special joy is the hairy woodpeckers and redbellied woodpeckers. From alert observation, he has become adept at telling apart the adults and fledgelings. He rests on the couch near the big picture window that looks out on the feeders, working away at a design for a new Dungeons and Dragons world and its inhabitants and conflicts, now and then looking up to grin when a hairy woodpecker juvenile comes for a bite of suet.