I almost got a photo of him. I saw the poor thing, got out the camera, screwed on the telephoto lens, set up the blind, found him, zoomed in, focused, and...the battery died.
By the time I took out the camera, changed the battery, and got back, Scarface had chased off the miscreant for the crime of standing within twenty feet of the feeder, and I missed my shot.
We'll see if he comes back, and hopefully I can play Spot That Malady. I hope it's a tick. I hate ticks, but "Ticky" is a better name than "Abcessy" by a country mile.