It was the storm's doing.
The day after the storm, I looked up into a nest that had thinned out at the bottom which led me to look around desperately if there were eggs or chicks on the ground. Fortunately none, so perhaps the Stripe-throated Bulbuls would return to rebuild.
But more than a week later, the nest had truly 'bottomed out', I guessed abandoned after all.
Yet I waited, hoping that the birds could still return to rebuild but it has been more than two weeks now, so it's definitely a desertion.
When I first came across the bulbul, it looked like it was merely egg laying period as I compared its expression to that of the yellow-vented bulbul that I had the privilege of observing when it nested in a plant on my balcony.
However the bulbul was also seen to constantly adjust its nest whenever in it, a behaviour that had made me rethink, if there were chicks after all.
A moment of peace when it sat quietly until a stray dog started to bark close by and the bird immediately stood up in its nest, with what looked like a tortured expression.
Some quiet moments observing the bulbul also enabled me to capture a couple of both elegant and not so elegant moves of the bird as it flew to its nest.
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