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One sunny & warm day in October 2003, when "Indian's Summer" is in its best, in Browns Valley, Sierra Nevada Foothills, CA, there was one little olive flycatcher bird, about the size of hummingbird, jumping vigorously on the branches of buckeye bush.

Every few minutes he was furiously attacking it's own reflection in the window of my van parked nearby!  (Or may be just trying to catch some flies:)

He hit the glass, flu few inches up, turn around like a lightning back to the branches, hopped here & there, and again zoomed to the glass. He continued to do this until the sun moved and he was not seeing his reflection any more.

Spring 2004 came - and our Little Friend is busy around its Home:

Welcome!   In ....  and Out Who's There? Front Door

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