This must be a trick.
The fern leaves have dyed themselves golden yellow into which a Stripe-throated bulbul merges itself so well. It then tries to perch quietly to trick me, but the big brother unintentionally discloses its position: the bulbul has to avoid itself repeatedly from the glaring sunlight.
This must be a trick in the morning. Nature always wants to play games with me. I am smart enough this time to spot the bulbul.
This makes me feeling very great, no matter of the smallness of the success.