It was a finch, I think. We were the only ones outside the cafe by a small table, in the cold, having croissants and coffee. This finch perched quietly and patiently on a small branch, appearing interested in what fell to the floor. I was able to get within four feet of the bird and take the shots. Soon after, the bird flew to the floor and took the a large lump of bread which I deliberately let fall. It took it in its beak and flew away through a wire fence.
