My parents lived in Mountain View, Arkansas for some 20 years. The breakfast nook in their house faced the porch, with a one-way glass window.
Every morning, a roadrunner would come hopping up the steps, see his reflection in the mirror-like surface and do a sort of courtship dance.
Occasionally, he would leave a gift: a dead snake, a spider and the like: a live show while my Mom and Dad were enjoying their breakfast!
Thanks for the reminder! Resteemed!