Most of the time it came alone. Perky and active. Fluttering from branch to branch. It never stayed long and liked perching atop overhanging foliage. After one week finally I was able to observe him better. Curious and less nervous it came closer and closer. Without fear, it's tail slightly cocked, it looked at me with it's dark eyes. When the bird turned it's head I saw washed yellow eyebrows. Time to make a photo from this Golden-faced Tyrannulet.
