Twitterpated III

Towhee tenacity. It's about 6:25 p.m. now, and this towhee continues to attack his reflection in the window. Once in a while he flutters down to the ground -- I hope each time he'll give it up and rest -- but no. Back he comes. He must have thwapped the window hundreds of times today; I just took nearly 30 shots, trying to catch a clear photo of him in full flutter. He's faster than my trigger finger, though. I kept thinking that as the sun moved, the reflection off the window would change and the bird wouldn't be able to see himself any longer. But I was wrong about that, too. Now I hope he'll stop when the sun goes down in about an hour. We'll see. Thwap. Thwap. Thwap ...