The birds were lining up in front of me all afternoon and I started to feel like I was actually turning invisible again. It wasn’t until this Least Flycatcher plopped down a few feet away that I knew for sure. He was perched there calmly, relaxing on that limb for a good thirty seconds when he casually glanced over his shoulder in my general direction. He went back to relaxing for a little while longer, then turned around and leaned in for a closer look, as if to verify that no one was there. He never did fly away, even after I had moved on.