The other morning, the feisty Mr. Anna got in my face to let me know that he was there. He immediately went back to sipping from the feeder, watching me warily the entire time. I always know that he’s there. He doesn’t have to get in my face. As soon as I walk outside, he starts to make his little chirps; they seem to speed up when I get close, even though I can’t see him yet but of course he doesn’t know that. He tells me where to find him, though. And usually, instead of staying put, he confronts me, just because he can.