I'm in a long stretch right now where I go to work every single day for one reason or another. This morning was a 7am meeting in St Joe, then an 8:30am meeting in Berrien Springs. I drove back and forth in the freezing rain eventually getting home late morning to find that the ice had brought down a large pine branch across the driveway. Siskins were chattering away while I sawed it to clear the pavement and when I finished I sat down in front of the backyard feeder to see if they'd come in. A few did.
They're fairly pugnacious, more than holding their own against the bulkier House Finches.
I think we can all imagine the translation between that exchange. Less competition on the ground.
Of course if I had gone to Tiscornia instead, here's an artist's rendition of what I might have seen: