Watched a goldfinch perch on a sunflower seed head and gorge. Even in the westering sun, it looked olive-drab rather than yellow, so was either a female or a juvenile. (Shakespeare wouldn't have cared which it was, so why should I?)
It was wrenching out seeds with hyena-like ferocity, shaking its head from side to side until they came loose.
With every peck, bits of stuff went flying. If those bits were hulls, and he was getting the kernel, he'll be in great shape to last out the coming winter. If, on the other hand, those were intact seeds falling to the ground, I can look forward to quite a sunflower harvest next year.
Either way, it's good.