The Brahminy Kite must have been resting some where not too high. When a helicopter suddenly whirred low over the taman, this one shot into sight, flying unnaturally low to the adjacent buildings as if to escape the machine, those massive blocks of cement seemingly offer as some kind of protection, or a comfort shield.
And then it only took high up to the sky again when all's quiet again, circling and circling before disappearing from sight.
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