To contain the jam, I grabbed the closest container, the lid to an empty carton of milk still sitting by the sink, and secured it to a wooden compost bin on the perimeter of my yard. It was the perfect size for a teaspoon full of jam.
Sadly, the oriole move on. But much to my delight, the song sparrows and robins cleaned out the proffered sweet treat on a daily basis. It became, and still remains, a morning ritual to carry my little teaspoonful of jam out to the compost bin to fill the tiny dish. I swear they wait for me because no sooner do I turn to step away then they are sampling the day's tasty treat!! Until I set up my summertime feeding stations, I also offer dishes of water and other treats on this pseudo-tabletop.
Moral of the story: It doesn't take much effort to have happy birds!