"There's another goldcrest in the car!"
"There are four of us!"
"This is very confusing."
While hunting spiders on the web on my car wing mirror, or seeking the web itself for nest-binding,
she saw herself in the wing mirror and in the darkened car windows.
"She's on my nesting territory!"
After an exhausting and confusing excursion, the Goldcrest returns to her fir tree (and I return to move my car).